If I had one chance to tell you how I felt.
If I had one chance to let it all out.
I'd tell you in a heartbeat no doubt.
If I could drown you in my sorrys you'd sink not float.
No air in your lungs.
Nothing left in your throat.
When tomarrow never comes, and your feeling like your done.
When you head spins faster than you can think.
When you blink and see stars.
When you try and hide the skars
When your lipstic turns from pink to black.
When you wish you could take it all back.
Your a saint in the making your parents say.
Your a crying shame your friends say
Your a lonely soul you say.
When tomarrow finally comes and your feeling like your done.
Be stron, Hold on dont let go, you can make it.
Your a jewl to my eyes.
Try not to cry and remember to
Smile