My own language,
Few speak it...

The leaves are gone by winter.
They're back by spring...

*Hit* Swollen Lip.
*Smack* Black Eye...

"I like you"
Such a simple sentence...

Depression sinking in,
Going deeper, farther below the skin...

Sitting here,
Looking through my yearbook...

Is that me,
you see sitting on the dock...

If I ran from the full moon,
Would you be my wolf...

A naive buisness man
walks into a town...

I tried to get good grades.
I'm sorry I failed...

It's not a sport,
or a game...

As Im sitting here crying,
Memories are flowing through...