You get done yelling at her
she goes back to her room...

Why was there pressure
to get close to him...

He risks his life,
to prove who's best...

During mornings
she cuts...

It use to be the smiles and laughs
fake feelings that seem to last...

A day unlike another,
a childhood fate...

... waiting
dropping us off...

Soo messed up
you tell me not to write...

Everyday
she paints in her notebook...

Broken bottle of vodka on the path of walking
there you are scattered across the pavement...

As one precious tear rolled down her face
the one tear that captured every feeling inside...

When you go off you college
you are leaving to england...