Living life,
Kinda hard,
Finds a knife,
Sends a card,
Telling everyone,
The way she feels,
And that she's done,
Then she kneels,
She awakes,
It's just a dream,
Was it really just fake,
Is that really how it must seem?
u need that boy
like a bowlinng ball
dropped on your head
wich means not at al
youv got to much
to give to live
to waste ur time on him
--superchick bowling ball