In the morning James returned. The others were already there. Kyle laid in his bed, asleep. They left James a spot 下一个 to Kyle, where James had sat last night. The white 壁纸 was slightly ripped. James sat in his seat. "Did anything happen last night?" asked Katie desperatly. James shrugged. They could tell something had the others looked at Katie all wondering the same question. She pointed at the security camera that nobody had noticed. James sat on his 座位 with his knees under his chin and his hands clasped around his legs and head facing down. Memories of last night were nagging at him, pulling him. He tried to say something but only a murmer came out and he cried. Mariah the youngest in the family put her arm around James. "Its alright." she whispered.
"No its not and he knows it." James replied.
They all were silent, shocked. "You mean..." Mariah started but didn't manage to finish. James nodded, there was silence. They knew it didn't make a difference but it still made them smile. Summer hopped that Kyle would make, there was no way she'd make it without him.
"No its not and he knows it." James replied.
They all were silent, shocked. "You mean..." Mariah started but didn't manage to finish. James nodded, there was silence. They knew it didn't make a difference but it still made them smile. Summer hopped that Kyle would make, there was no way she'd make it without him.
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all 你 want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
你 act like 你 don't really
care where my 心 truly is.
Let me tell 你 where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my 心
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest 诗歌
that i write, i see 你 looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
你 look at me and 你
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to 你 the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest 诗歌 that i compose
你 seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
make them seem so-real to
you, but all 你 want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
你 act like 你 don't really
care where my 心 truly is.
Let me tell 你 where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my 心
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest 诗歌
that i write, i see 你 looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
你 look at me and 你
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to 你 the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest 诗歌 that i compose
你 seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.