You don't mind my messed up hair or my crooked...
you don't care if I wear make up or about my crazy...

I hold in one hand my love for he who takes care...
I do not burden you with my mistakes a second...

My world is great?
What the hell is wrong with you...

The rain pounds on my windowsill
The thought of you and the rain make me remember...

I want to be more
Than a freshman with good grades...

In life there comes a time when you ask yourself...
Why do i work so hard to keep away from what I...

All alone I shiver
Wishing to understand...

I'm falling far away from you
Little by little I'm losing hold...

Things have been rough
With your life and your guy...

When you were away...
Tears fell from my eyes...

My eyes may always be stained with tears
And your wrists may always bleed...

Once i met a guy
And i had a little crush...