And i fall down like rain
pouring into the window...

Ryan was in 5th grade
i was in 4th...

I never cried reading a book
until i read one that was like my life...

Friday night a the dance
hair in a bun...

How can i be sorry for what your going through
when you should be sorry for what YOU put ME Thur...

It always starts with a little smile
and he sees it in your eyes...

When i was scared
you were there...

They tell me she loved me
she loved me a lot...

My momma is the best
i can tell you the rest...

Yes, i know we always fight never getting along
you've gave me bruises I've given you scars...

I am lost
you cant even save me...

I could stare at HIM all day
and that could wash away all my pain...