When we were in sixth grade,
Going on to seventh...

Bricks and stones,
May break my bones...

We've all seen this man,
Just look out your window...

Yes i steal,
And yes i lie...

HAve you ever seen that girl with a guitar,
Who's voice is like an angel...

When i was only 6,
My mom died from cancer...

You've never felt the way i feel,
You've never had to see...

Make fun of me,
I'll make it go away...

This is a note,
Not a note of the raped...

I searched the streets,
I Checked your room...

I sat at home and wondered why,
Why people live on the streets...

Two white rasping hands,
Of two hands that want to kiss...