She strikes a pose for the camera
Smiles that smile so white...

I've written one to many poems
And I just can't seem to rhyme...

I look back through a photo album
But what catches my eye is this one photograph...

Everyone wonders what he could have been
Everyone wonders what he could have done...

What I want this year
Is a loud, toy drum...

See that boy over there
Well, I'm his only true friend...

The mascara is running
Right down my face...

I don't care what all my friends say
I don't care what they think about you...

I don't want to love someone
And spend my nights waiting for his call...

What kills me is how you
Can forget all that we had...

I'm going to miss you sweetie
And the times that we shared...

There is no such thing as best friends
There once was, but not anymore...