Music is poetry with beat
Releases all my stress and fear...

At 3:00 in the morning a child is born,
And even after many hours of labor...

I just don't know what to do anymore.
should i befriend her again...

I'm so confused
about what to do with you...

One day you say you hate me,
and are done with me...

It's all my fault.
it's all my fault...

You don't know
And you don't care...

Dear God,
If you can see me...

Middle School...

*LAUGHS*
Laughter is a beautiful sound...

Thin brown hair and eyes of blue,
That once shone deep...

MY BABY
Oh my baby you're perfect for me...