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

A bundle of flowers
a box of chocolate candy...

Enough with the yelling from parents
enough with the blood spilling from killing...

What was it like?
when you first crossed eyes as you both walked by...

Cleared out my mind
cleared out my room and life...

If you like her
hide it from her...

Each day i tell myself i have to be perfect
each day i tell myself i must not mess up and do...

Whats the point to my life?
whats the goal in my life...

Cruel words are mean to say
but the truth hurts anyways...

It took me a lot of courage and mental power
to finally pull myself from the addicting habit of...

I came home with joy
from a painful day of school...

Monday i needed you
when i wanted to talk to you the most...