As spring turns to summer,
and summer to fall...

Two beautiful eyes,
that light up my world each day...

Looking for someone to talk to,
feeling so low...

Today i cried,
but for once not out of sadness...

As this tear trickles,
down my soft face...

Grammy it is your birthday,
another year your for making memories...

Cut me but not so i die,
pick on me till i cry...

He was just a young boy,
looking for an adventure...

I hate how you confuse me,
and how you say i love you...

When i took that razor blade,
i thought about me and you...

We share a special bond,
our hearts connect as one...

A lullaby,
fills my ears...