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...

Ive been feeling very tired
But I just cant seem to sleep...

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...

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

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

I'm sorry Mom
For all the pain I've put you through...

You just don't understand how I feel inside
And all i can do is sit and cry...