I see them all
Jocks, Goths...

What is it about me you don't like
is it my hair and the color of it...

Whats the point of love
it always seem like the one you think is right...

Linda,
When i first met you i didnt know what to say...

Why are you mad at me...
why do you act like i annoy you when i talk to...

When I look into your eyes
I can see no lies...