Here I am feeling depressed
And everyday of my life I feel more stressed...

Love is a word that comes and goes , many people...

I found it out
After being confused as to if he likes me or not...

As a teenager
Finding love is like finding one particular grain...

Everytime i see you my heart takes one big leap
Everytime you kiss me i feel my knees get weak...

With tears in my eyes i look at myself
And how hideous i have allowed myself to become...

I dread those broken hearted nights
And those tragic memories...