A teenage girl's first crush is . . . well...
Her body isn't hers, nor is her mind...

The beauty of a woman is not the clothes she...
The figure she carries, or the way she combs her...

I sit and write of my pain inside,
Sit and cry over the heart that died...

As she lays her head against the pillow
thinking on what she has done...

As my tears are running down my face,
as I'm sitting in the corner of my room...

When i see my dad in the way that he is now...
to way back when he was healthy...

Every time I see you I remember
All the things you did for me when I...

More and more everyday,
I know that my family...

As I lay on my bed
With my head against the pillow...

I still love you
you are still in my heart...

My mum n dad see me as a run away,
i don't i think it of like getting away...

That guy that i loved so much,
is finally letting me go...