Every day when I see your face there is nothing I can do but smile.
When I hear you voice the birds all hush thier noise.
but now when I see your face with that glowing light.
I dont know if I should laugh or cry.
When I think of the good times we had
I wish thoses time could have last.
I try to keep telling my self it will be ok
but then I think how much longer will I be able to go this way.
I wish to hear you laugh again and to tell you how much I love and adore you.
However I know it wont ever come because
it might be to late to.
If your happy then I am happy
if your sad then I will grieve as well
You might have moved on but I will
never forget the great things you have done for me
no matter how long I live
I will allways-allways
love you.

After witnessing a brute killing
She finds her friends in their blood swimming
Trying to composed when fact she’s crying
She hasty runs when she saw someone approaching

In the corner of her room, she’s sitting with fear
Discerning that her friends killer saw her
Her door opens instantly
But she locked it already

With dread she stand and check for it
A hazel brown eyes and faultless curve lips
A lady with fine body and dark straight hair
There, a killer standing and smiling at her

She promptly slammed and locked the door
The she saw her frighten self in the mirror
She went nearer and noticed a dagger she’s holding
And a bloody dress she’s wearing.

look in the mirror please
if you dont you wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you

you say your ugly you cry all night
you slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping you out

look in the mirror i know you are beutiful you just got to beileve in your self.
but you probaly wont why cant you see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want you oh carolyn i hope u relize that .

this is no joke you are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant you see what eye see
i hope someday you will believe me.

Solitude,
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.

What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I love you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..

Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've lost my way.

"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"

Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.

Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays guitar and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.

He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.

He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.

He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.

He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.

I bought a pet banana
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls or fetching sticks.

He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit or speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.

He refused to shake or wave or crawl
or beg or take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
or get him to meow.

He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.

Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.

Another Day has dawned opon
another night for me to cry
the love i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say you care
but your not
i know you dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come

Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."

And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."

She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."

She winds up with The Wiggles
or else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.

It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I miss you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Lost in the cold world

Do you miss me?
I miss you
Does another little girl love you?
I kinda hope so

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I am sorry for leaving you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do you hate me?
I don't hate you

Mommy says to get over you
But I cry and say I want you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do you still cry for me?
I still cry for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I never wanna grow up

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do you still cry "Mama" for me?
Because I still cry "Baby" for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I'm sorry for dropping you
I'm sorry for losing you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Mommy bought me a new one
But she still isn't as fun like you

Santa will you bring her back to me?
Will you wrap her in a bow all nice and pretty?
Clean her up and make her nice?

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I pray every night for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I know you will come back to me soon.