I'm sick of all the fighting
I'm sick of all the pain...

True friends will make you smile
Make it all worth while...

You call me every night
Take away some fright...

Every night I dream
About us as a team...

The highest high is with my guy
It makes me feel like I could touch the sky...

She's gone
It's to late...

She's going out with him
That makes me very grim...

You look discusted by what you see
But remember what your staring at is me...

These beautiful works of art
Have become a shallow part...

Don't you know
What I can't show...

Blood pouring down my neck
But I can't let a speck...

She's always better
I wish I'd never met her...