I dont know weather i hate myself
Or if i hate you...

I think you fort
That i was thinking...

*For my lil star, Conrad*
I know this boy...

She sat on the chair and bowed her head
She wouldnt look him in the eye...

I wanted to give you something,
Which you could read upon...

Should i give it to him??
I hear stories of you all the time...

So i sit in my car the key in the engine,
Music playing in my ear...

I close my eyes to see your face
Open them and your not there...

When the ray of sun comes through,
My Window in the morning i think of you...

You ever just wanna scream and shout
But find your traped and cant...

Lewis wrote this and i asked him if i could put it...
I wish i could run away...

By lewis.. a close friend and talented writer x x...
You live in a bin...