Sweetie, Sweetie,
Look at yourself...

I'm tired of feeling,
Un-needed, un-wanted, un-used...

Hanging out with friends,
Just having fun...

I'm in the middle of two roads,
Wondering which to take...

I'm always here,
And I'll never be gone...

I don't want you to go.
But I know it's for the best...

We had so much fun
Looking back at our memories...

Looking at me, there he stands
While I lay there in fright...

I don't know why I love you,
You aren't anything special...

Miranda Beth Hardin,
You are my best friend...

--NOTE TO READERS--
**no father was hurt in the making of this poem...

I was on the road to destruction,
Didn't know which way to go...