Im done with all this pain
That Im always forced to feel...

To: Ashleigh
Oh Ashleigh you’re amazing...

I wish that I could tell myself
That things would be alright...

To: Acacio (( a.K.a Picasso ))
I don’t know how to write this...

To: Derick
It happened oh so long ago...

Oh Miss Mastronardi
I'm not sure what to say...

Oh mother how we love you
Through each and every day...

I woke up this morning
And I couldn’t help but cry...

I just dont understand you
And all the things you do...

It seems like every day
I always bring you down...

Whenever i need you your never there
and it seems like you just don't care...

Each and every day provided a new struggle
A new set of problems that I must face...