i moved when i was eight

    it wasn't all that great

    i met my new best friend

    and our friendship will never end

    im not a real big hooker..

    even though i am a looker =]

    i like a certain boy

    you plays with me like a toy..

    it kills me inside

    but i am still alive.

    its about time when i have to move again

    i hope that i will still keep all my friends.

    but the only one i hope to keep

    is leaving me also, so i fall into a weep..

    but i have to get over it,

    cause i will see her again.

    and if i never do..

my life will shortly end.

[this entire thing is true.. no jokes involved]