Strings of thick, carefully placed
Black licorice lay strewn across the ground...

Out in the driveway is a trike
It is shiny and red, with unused black wheels...

I am from coffee beans and tea bags
From Splenda and raspberry scones...

Life sucks, why not take it
all i do is seem to fake it...

Girl, it's OK,
please don't cry...

I'm glad you're here,
I've missed you so...

I'm so lost
I don't know what to do...

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 say you hate me
and are done with me...

Please forgive me for what Ive said,
Please move on to the times ahead...