The one question I hate
Is the question you ask me all the time...

Would someone please tell me
The real meaning of life...

I wrote a poem called Mom and then I wrote a poem...
You know what, Mom? I will...

Do you know how it feels
To like somebody for years...

I hate it when I fell for you
Because love is just a game...

I miss the way you say hello
I miss the way we'd kiss goodbye...

I can't sit back and wait for you
For the rest of my life...

What if I died tomorrow?
Would anyone really care...

I really do love you
So, why don't you care...

You don't know
How much I've cried...

Suicides, murders
So much death...