There's this girl I don't know. Comes by every year or so. And if I get the mail before my mom does. Then I will stay out of trouble. She'll change every year.
I'm tired, so tired of getting up and wasting another day,. I wish that picture on the wall would still say it all but now yesterday's so far away,. And I would give anything, say anything to keep it all like it was but you still throw it away,.