Everyday you tell me I'm beautiful
I'm beginning to believe you, I'm pretty and not...

You and I both share the pain
of being tortured so young but it's not us to...

You know those days when you're confused
Don't know what do to don't know what to say...

I'm not really the sexual type so much
too insecure, worried about every touch...

At the end of the day I always have this to...
you love me and it's plain to see...

I couldn't stand to lose your smile
your touch, your eyes, your voice, all that makes...

I tell you how i feel and you turn it all around
it makes me so angry but i don't make a sound...

The days when you are happy and everything is fine
makes me so happy cause our love can really show...

I had a dream that I stood beneath an orange sky...
with purple clouds where people did lie...

I have been told it hurt, but i never thought it...
Never have i felt this way before...

Best friends are supposed to be there
to keep secrets and to care...

I hate it when I'm up late at night
can't sleep cause I'm thinking if all this is...