I could tell you
the girl i dream about...

Hes a teen age boy 18 years old hit by a car
running on the streets...

Wow i cant face the fact
to know i have school...

I got tired of trying
to get you to stop...

I got violent
i broke a mirror...

Every time i see you
breathing in a cigarette...

She started smoking
i just found out...

It was lunch time
a time where we could get away...

We have a deep strong friendship
nothing or no one...

Sitting in my room
sitting in the dark...

It was late one night
the wife came home...

Don't cry little angel,
Your heart is in good hands...