Talk:Hey, whats up?/@comment-5598416-20130517021215

Hey.. Do You Like My Song? (:

Tears. Can You Not Feel Them Stir?

Death. Why Cant You Just Believe Her?

When She Looks At The Sun, She Sees The Future Rain,

And When You Look In Her Eyes, You'll Almost Feel The Pain.

She'll Smile. Fake Enough To Make You CRy.

She'll Laugh. But Soon She Knows She's Going To Die.

Scars. They're Not Really From Her Cat.

Hair. That's Not Really Why She Wears A Hat.

She Needs To Tell Someone, Someone Or Two. But She Can't; They Would Judge Her.

Just Like You.