WHAT IS ON HER MIND?
WHAT DOES SHE THINK OF?
IS SHE REALLY THAT
UNCAPABLE OF LOVE?
WHY DOES SHE HATE?
WHY DOES SHE DESPISE?
WHY DOES SHE HAVE THAT EVIL
LOOK IN HER EYES?
WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR HER
TO LOVE ME?
AM I REALLY THAT BAD?
I WANTED HER TO BE THE
BEST FRIEND I EVER HAD
I WANTED HER TO LISTEN
I WANTED TO HOLD HER HAND
I DIDN'T WANT HER TO JUDGE
ME, JUST TO UNDERSTAND
BECAUSE WHEN SHE'S GONE
THERE CAN BE NO OTHER
THE ONE THAT I
CALL MY MOTHER....