I am an artist.
The rhythm my landscape,
Words my portrait.
Beauty portrayed in so many syllables.
Look now to my pictures of words,
The truth buried in my akward lies.
---------------Yeah, I wrote that in eighth grade.
Hanging Out by the treeI never thought of anything wrong Just hanging out on a tree I never would do anything wrong Just gliding down parachute-free If that is so why do they say “Stop that, the Lord loves you each and every day” Never once did I think of anything wrong...
I guess it's all over now... You've shown all the ways......
A girl like you can take a heart, and throw it all away.
Coldly you told me, to leave you alone.
Without emotion you said "just go back home"
I was kidding myself..... thinking there's some love left...
You promised and you promised,, you'd never do this anymore.
Each time I believed you,,, I though you loved me for sure.
Now I am going crazy,, heart broken and blue.
Because deep down inside I know your love isn't true.
You did it again, ,,,,,,,,,,You left me alone...