When i first met her
she was a stranger...

I never met anyone like her
no wonder i have nothing much to say...

This new wicked way of express
other then the old tricks of flowers and candy...

Those never ending phone calls at night
asking for another chance in this life...

A endless track
with runners chasing after the girl they like...

I care for her
but does she know i care for her...

The hugs when we get scared
the large phone bill we both recieve...

Everything she says is the truth
her words are solid and golden...

A burden that's carried everyday
heavy like stress that never ends...

Her red color dress
with the wind blown so gently...

Her family isn't really complete
her father is no longer there...

Mistake happens
tears are let go...