She's just a typical teenager, angry, insecure...
i wish i could tell her that its all going to...

I hate how this always happens,
how I'm always left here alone, crying my eyes out...

I hate how you left me,
there all alone...

She's the type of girl who has her phases;
death, passion, love, hate...

I Call You Baby
You Call Me Sweetie...

The "Truth" was our song
but when we were over...

I thought i was the girl
the girl you loved...