As you can see I wrote this when I was 13.
I need my own room...

You were so happy you were so in love,
and I stood by, knowing he was the wrong guy...

When I think of how life used to be,
I think of all thats lost...

If you could feel what I do,
if you could see how I feel for you...

You know what you want in love,
thats pretty clear, it seems...

If love is patient and love is kind,
why does it never leave the mind...

Once upon a time,
I saw a little deer...

I sit alone hoping to die
and wish that all the tears I cry...

We sit on the tree branch,
the rain pouring 'round...

A girl is laying, crying on the ground.
Her blood is spilling, she can't make a sound...

One so weak,
One so young...

I have alot to say about me,
there is some good and bad...