I look at the picture
Of us together...

Sometimes I get lonely
Waiting for you to arrive...

It's your fault, Mom
It's your fault that I'm writing this...

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

I wrote a poem called Mom and this is a reply to...
I'm sorry...

You know what? You're right
I don't really love you...

I still get butterflies when I see him in the...
My hopes soar high, hoping that he's called...

You broke up with me
And then you went out with my friend...

When I see you in the halls
The one you're with is not me...

I love you for a million reasons
That you don't even know...

You ask me why I'm distant
And why I push you away...

My tears could make a puddle
As much as I cried over you...