the pretty daughter of a pretty mother,
as i burn my poems to you,
having fun under the Sun,
is all i have to you.
you played a important part in her life,
but saddended once more,
i wish i could do more,
but all i had once is now yours.
so good-bye my dear friend,
i think i can handle myself well,
have a great day at the carnival,
i won't miss one bit even though i'm not there.
still i know you miss me,
as i lay in my bed screaming: ''OH WELL!"