Sometimes i get caught
in the present or the past...

She takes the knife
and hides it behind...

You were my first love
from that day Ive moved on...

I don't know if i can love you now
i like you but Ive been hurt...

When you look at me
do you remember our kiss...

Why are you so worried
about controlling the world...

I would love to have
so much more...

The wind through my hair
makes me realize its spring...

This little gift
of gold and jewels...

I'm on my knees
tears on the ground...

Sitting in class
wanting to leave...

You look at me
what do you see...