I don't like u anymore.
I mean I don't like you as much as I did before...

I'm not perfect,
I have a depression...

On May 11th it had been a year.
For I didn't think I could make it...

I am starting to wonder what I'm doing again.
Why I'm doing this again...

I'm staying away.
I am backing up...

There's a kinfe in my hand, and on my wrist.
I want to press down...

The perfect boy,
Caring, loving...

There's to meany thoughts,
There's to meany worry's...

What if we all could go live in Never Never Land...
What if nothing could stop the love you feel for...

You couldn't see the cutes nor the pain.
You only saw whats on my mask...

I was your friend,
that's all I have ever been...

She is perfect and beautiful,
why doesn't she see that...