I am waiting for the dark to come,
The woods is where I come from...

I walk into Brick Memorial,
with a frown upon my face...

Your words mean nothing to me,
Your heart is full of lies...

Why does everyone want to be in the 'in' crowd?
Do they want to walk down the halls and looks so...

I love you mom, I love you dad,
I am sorry if I made you sad...

I am the magic eight ball.
Not knowing how I feel...

Will you catch me when I fall?
Or will you make me feel so small...

I am now of age
to go out on my own...

Go ahead and use me,
tell them all your lies...

Ten year olds with cell phones,
Name brand clothes are worn by all...

You were always there to help me,
You were always so kind to teach...

I don't want to have regrets on the day I die,
But the regrets are just rising...