If I was your boy
On a snowy path I'd always hold your hand...
I never really knew you
you were just another friend...
Waiting for the clock to tick
Yet it ticks all around the dial...
Girls that pose as hores to be "cool"
Guys that use girls like some kind of tool...
Left alone
to clean inside...
I love him
More than a friend...
I wonder if he notices
my secret little glares...
My wish is that i see you
and you see me...
She screams in pain as she is held down
As he enters the screech gets louder...
How can I live with myself
After all I have done...
I feel this pain day after day.
I long for you to take it away...
Dear Diary,
Diary, guess what? I have to go away...