I feel dirty , unclean
from were I've just been...

She holds on to him
like i hold on to you...

Her papa died when she was young , went out one...
We loved you always...

My feelings and thoughts
emerge into one...

I Look at you
you standing tall...

Love story's always have the same to endings , all...
This little girl has a broken heart...

If you want to have a good time
call me yours and I'll show you...

I am strong
I will stand tall...

5 months gone by
and still a tear falls...

Too my friends
who stand by me...

I try to look in front
not back at the past...

How does it feel
to be locked away...