This is the truth,
And but nothing more...

Note books Computers,
Scraps and more...

You Don;tUnderstand what I need to know,
You Don't understand...

Everyday,
I would walk up that hill...

I was looking Into the future,
And thinking about our lives...

When Cupid cries,
The world all stops...

Why do you live to hate me,
And Why do i fear the thought...

Its hard to get up each day,
And know that noone likes me...

Why does noone love me ,
Why does no one care...

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

I was an artist
My favorite color was red...

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