I cant be happy,
I cant be sad...

In my hands i see angre
In my hands i see pain...

I dont want to let go of you
I know i need to...

I want to talk
I want to cry...

When i was little you showed me alot
I thought everything i was doing was good...

I dont want to talk
I dont want to leave my house...

Its not getting any easyer
If at all its getting harder...

When u were a young child..
-Looks didn't matter...

I got a call 2day
Everything started to make sense...

I guess i loved you for a reason
Everyday i think about you...

Days pass
I still think about "us" that didnt last...

Why is my choices so difficult for her to...
I never had much...