I Hate (Pleas Read And Vote! ! !)
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate that you think you can read my mind,
I hate crying over you,
I hate that you say you care but you don't,
My home is not a home,
not a place to call my own,
not a place where I can sleep peacefully,
not a place where I can sing or dance about it.
Tears fall down her face,
her heart breaking in to a million pieces.
She breaks down no one knows why.
then she screams 'TELL ME YOU LOVE ME! ',
Isabella is a little girl,
A New Life
She packs her bag and goes out in the
Morning sun she gets in the cab,
She drives away from her old life
And drives heads for a new.