How do i tell you
that we were better better friends...

I can't compete with pretty girls
with pretty face and pretty skin...

Little one, i still remember
the day you came into my life...

I have this attitude that everybody hates
but i dont care because this is who i am...

I hope this poem is of comfort to you
for i already know the role i need to play...

She's picking up sticks and stone,
playing mommy and daddy...

I’ll never forget the day we met
or the day you first said "i love you&quot...

Just looking at your picture and your lovely smile
wondering why you live far then a mile...

Remember the night when we stayed up all night...
listening to you talk and how you slowly drifted...