She tells me she's fine....
But I can read between the lines...

I'm sorry......
I'm not blond...

If only I could write every thought in my...
Draw every picture in my memory...

She laughs...
I cry...

Where I live it's always dark...
There's only one tree it's bare...

She's leaving me....
Left me in charge...

I walk onto stage....
My stage the is the school...

When I see you it's almost as if i forget to...
The way your lips fit perfectly into mine...