Our little boy is turning four in July,
He's never met you and doesn't know your face...

I look in the mirror,
I hate what I see...

You and I, so meant to be
Together since the tender age of 14 and 13...

I love it when I talk-even if its to myself
I love it when I walk-no one else even has to...

It's been six years since we first started dating.
We broke up every now and then...

I wish that I could die,
No one knows the pain I hold inside...

We were best friends, close enough to be sisters
You moved away and I never got to say goodbye...

When we first met we were only in sixth grade,
We couldnt stand each other, I think our feelings...

I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the one wish I want tonight...