We camped together all summer,
When we said good-bye it was a bummer...

On Monday in P. E.
Ashlei Williams entrusted in me...

I just wanted to fit in.
No one knows how I feel...

Killing him would be nice,
But lets make him suffer...

Before I met him,
I wanted someone to kill me...

Spending long nights crying myself to sleep.
Never knowing were you would be...

Crying is all I make people do
I never once thought of doing it to you...

Why would he love me?
I know it’s not true...

I only had a short eight years,
After that it's all been tears...