Plaid, Green, or square, i have no cloths to wear,
My head hurts, i cant decide and have no time to spare,
Why cant life be easy as one, two, three
Where i can be a 1st grader again and say my A, B, Cs
But i cant so i sit and think plaid, green, or square,
But i still have no clothes to wear...

Wish i had a Cinderella story,
Where you and me would live in glory,
Every moment would be of joy,
Like when a child plays with her favorite toy.

A beautiful rose spurned up on a mid summers day,
Naive and innocent was its essence,
The gentle breeze came by surrounding it with its charm and a tranqulity
The breeze recognized the roses innocence and gave it the breath of life
The rose flourished through out the months
Eagerly waiting the breeze.
The breeze seemed to vanish in the months of winter
And the rose seemed to die.
It needed the breath of life again, so it kept strong.
Once again the beautiful rose sprung up on a mid summers day waiting for the breeze.

It was twilight when i saw you again,
Many years went by,
You changed and so did i,
The sky was full of stars,
Its light gently touching our faces.
I wished for you upon one of them,
I heard your voice for the first time.
I stood there waiting for you,
Then when i fell asleep you came to me,
And gently touched me,
When i opened my eyes you were gone,
Little did i know i was just dreaming

On the busy streets of Rome,
I heard someone play,
I felt the music and closed my eyes.
I was lost in the sweet sound, when his eyes gazed around me studying my every feature, my ever expression.
It was a sunny and bright day, and just like the new day he and i had a new beginning.