There are so many things that i want to let you...
so just know that i will always be here for you no...

You know that i am here,
because you talk to me...

I use to think i needed you,
needed to hear your voice...

I thought that you were my friend,
but what i thought was so wrong...

What I want to do to you,
is so many things...

Why is it the only thing,
You ever do to me...

What hurts the most,
is being here with you...

She was nice to many,
and wore makeup to make her pretty...

If love is real. . . .
why do people get divorces...

Why am i the way that i am?
no matter what i try...

I hear you voice,
so comforting...

I loved you with all my heart,
but then you proved to me...