Sisters mean a lot too me
Especially the ones i have rite now...

I love to make up rhymes
Is it really such a crime...

Why do we cry?
Why, why why...

I sit here as i try to stop a tear from falling
I rub my eyes feeling guilt...

I have a brother named Lee
And he really does my head in...

I sit here every day
As a tear drops for him...

I sit here wondering
where the hell is ash...

I sit here on my own
Wondering what to do...

I don’t think he’s good...
But there’s something inside him that...

Every day I wonder
What could I be...

Is it really true?
Is love hard to find...

An amount of time has gone by
That I can't help but wonder...