I sat alone in my room remembering the day i was taken away from the woman who claims to love me. To this day i haven't met her to know what kind of person she is, but i've herad stories. Theese stories a dreadful and i have chosen not to believe everything that is said. But now as i lay here in my bed i wonder if maybe the stories are true. I think "There's no way to find out until i meet you."