I work alone
Deep in my room...

I am a prisoner
Inside my own head...

Holding on to dear life
Trying to stay alive...

Holding your hands
Beside the river bank...

They say that I like you
And maybe it’s true...

We were best friends
All through 8th grade...

You and me
I love you, I miss you...

I loved you
I thought you loved me too...

Sitting here
All in tears...

Gazing up at the Moonlit Sky-
watching the View...