You ask about me everyday
but i never be seem to be the one your are asking...

When i was little
your best friends name was crack...

Dear mommy,
I wish I could tell you...

I thought we'd be friends forever
but i guess you had other plans...

I hate the way you make me feel
I hate that with you...

These scars on my arm
are there because of you...

I slowly crept to the door
Pushed but it wouldnt budge...

Wishing I could be there in your arms
Wanting to look into your eyes...