another town another school a new trailer park and i could burn these books alive i am freaking out and i left my friends in the sun behind the graveyard with a jar of rum and i left JoAnne in the shade what do i know about love anyway another year another inch i will be tall enough and if he hits you again i will beat your man i will put him out you don't need to cut your life on these razor blades or these kitchen knives you are beautiful and i packed the chevrolet i hear Pittsburgh is better than this town, anyway when your heart is broke... when your eyes are wet...