Hey Mr. bush:
is a quart of blood worth a quart of oil...

The day I met you it all was so clear
my love for you filled me with fear...

America is one big joke
A joke that’s not too funny...

What do you do when you have nothing left?
when your heart has all turned to stone...

Hunger first
isn't real...

I'm so sick of people pretending they don't see
the way I have let myself go...

I laughed at those who said they loved
I said I like alot...

My tears fall silently to the dirty cement floor
I hate how I can't let them see me cry...

I remember the day you walked into class
5 years ago was so long in the past...

So he never calls me
then makes up an excuse...

I wish I could write down my soul on this page
drenching it with myself as if with a piture of...

Empty eyes
dead and hopeless...