No matter what I do,
I always seem to upset you...

The noise is in my head,
If I'm not careful it'll make me dead...

Why is it my hart goes to different people,
Sometimes I feel as high as a steeple...

I am on the run,
To me this is all just fun...

I think we should separate,
These last few months haven't been all that great...

Mama I was brave,
She said boy you're digging me a early grave...

She's a rebel,
She's a symbol...

She's some one I know,
Who could stand any sort of blow...

As i drown my self in sorrow,
I can't see any tomorrow...

As me and her break up,
I see her tears rolling down her make-up...

I was walking home after dark,
I went through a graveyard called the park...

I just want to see my baby,
Instead of dodging bullets daily...