When the words \"next year\" come to mind i want to cry
those words make me fall and want to die
all the laughs and crys the good times and the bad
ill be missing all i had
when next year comes
all is lost.. a part on me is gone and lost forever
we promissed we wouldnt sever
but that promis cant be kept we cant keep our word
i new this promis should have never ocured.
u think u can make it but in the end u cant
its like ur no longer straight there is now a slant
in pieces, u cant pick them up
because u will get cut even more
u will burn u will bleed u will be sore
screaw this i dont want it to come to
this i cant take it anymore!
