Alone at the ball
standing straight with the wall
trying to find him again
but soon the night may end,
Through laughter and danceing
I find him......dead.

I take pills but not for thrills
some dont know but i do
being different is better than
trying to be like every other girl
just to fit in and not be picked on
well I stand up and shout for joy
that i refuse to be like them
I AM DIFFERENT

You knew I was unique
but not that i was different,
I have a mind of my own
and you chose to stop
listening to my thoughts
and stoped careing
about my heart,
And it wont tear it apart
For I am different you see?

Every time our eyes meet
You always admit defeat
I was right you were wrong
maybe i should sing a song?
You once cared, once loved
but then you saw that I was different
So now im not you Little Girl
and you are Not my Mother.

Late last night and the night before,
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers,
knocking at the door.
I want to go out, dont know if I can,
im so afraid
of the Tommyknocker Man

-Stephen King-

Every night
i ponder late
the meaning of life
and of the word hate
for it is used so much
is this world doomed
are we to late?

They live forever
but we live many times
in an endless cycle
of life and death
each time humans drawing in a new breath

Death is sutch a hard thaught to bare
but for a truely great friend
i promise to always be there
through times good or bad
and feelings happy or sad

Friends were good
wells of hate
at being better
in ways that they wernt
but was ''hate'' the word?

When some one resorts to hate
i feel it is already to late
to make amends
with people who once
wher truely good friends