I hear them talking
about me...

They see me cry,
it's real...

Return to me my love.
I miss you dearly...

I don't care what anyone says,
I love you, and will love you forever...

Sad eyes,
and a tear-stained face...

The scarlet, wine.
The scarlet scent...

I wake up,
in the middle of the night...

I loved this guy named C.J.
from forth to eight grade...

I'm so sick of crying-
so sick of all these tears...

I use to be,
that sweet little kid...

Life sucks
I'm sure you here all teens say that...

Jump . . .
Standing on the roof...