You wrote a poem today...
You said you wanna runaway...
I understand why you said that...
There are some fucking loosers
Who're fuckin' up you life...
They ignore you and
They tell some bullshit about you...
They say you're mad about everything...
They just don't understand
You're fucking situation...
They don't understand how it is
To lose a person you've known well...
So they don't understand that you're not
That happy girl you were before...
But if you ever runaway
Take me whit you...
Because I understand you and your fucking situation
I don't wanna be like THEM...
I want to be a real friend to you...
I just wanted to tell you this.....