The stare of emo boy
Can kill with a glare...

Am a lucky girl
Some may say...

Being the first grandchild
Means I get away with being wild...

Why is it her i envy the most?
Why is it her who is always boasting...

We said best friends forever
we both knew that meant never...

Together or Apart
I knew from the start...

I looked out my window
And saw her standing there again...

Isn`t is obvious
We don`t want you here...

It isn't much, to hear them say
It isn't much, just 1 pound a day...

You passed me in the corridor
You didn't acknowledge my presence...

Santa, my wish this year is simple
Its nothing too expensive or dear...

Hand on my shoulder
I turn around and stare...