The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little frown.
No matter where you'd go around town to stroll,
There were perfect little houses, all in a perfect row.
It was the perfect town, till you crossed the tracks,
Where there were rows and rows of dirty little shacks.
The people who lived there lived just outside,
Just outside of the perfect little town.
Your Wounds
Time doesn’t heal wounds
I'll Be There
I'll be there for you no matter what.
Brown Eyes
I've always used words to describe him
What A Mean Of Friendship
A good friend is someone
Losing The Best Part Of Me
We fight we struggle
This Is Your Time
This is your time
Being With You
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
Losing The Best Part Of Me
I'm no longer whole
Unhappy..
I want to love again,
The One...
I hope you find