How do you
know me so well...

Where is the love I used to know,
words that sprung from my pen so fast...

The hurtful words you say,
Things that put me down...

If I were to die today
I'd like to say things are the same as they used...

Where ever you go,
I seem to find myself there...

Mommy, do you love me...

No one told me life would be
Easy, they said it was hard but one...

What is beautiful anyway,
As I often wonder...

Ain't it funny when you hear people say that...
but when you're depressed...

It used to be you and me
Not just you and me...

You know that me- who I used to be?
That's not me - anymore...

I wrote you your story
and I sang you your tune...