The love you had for me I though was gone,
Because you have not told me for so long...

As a tear falls from my eye.
Do you even notice me cry...

To be a father,
Is the easiest thing in the world...

All though things change,
On thing will remain the same...

Looking at the picture,
I see my past...

My name is Vanessa Smith,
I love Brock, its not a myth...

Getting a call form you every single day,
Is really pathetic in every way...

The fights and the lies,
All the tears that I have cried...

One more day with you gone
Seems like years, it seems so long...

I love it when you hold me tight,
Wanting to be with me every night...