In my past I made alot,
alot of mistakes that got me in-trouble...

I am leaving
to go to a different school...

I maybe leaving but there,
there are many things that you should know...

Everyday I sit next to you,
just talking about random things...

These tears I cry are,
are not from sadness...

What is it going to be
stay here and deal with...

Do Not Do It,
it is just not right...

My Heart sits in my chest
beating the day away...

So many tattoos to get,
but I need one so I can...

On me eighteenth birthday
id the day of thy ritual...

We spend time in school
and we spend time every other day...

When I was about 14 or 15
I use to be home a lot...