You hurt yourself so much
u cut, u bleed, u hurt...

The rain pouring on the lovers
he stands there, holding her...

They both met,one night,
it must of been fate...

As they both lie, both alone
on the summer nights grass...

Shes lost her way,
nobody knew how she felt...

He runs his hands down
the back of her spin...

And each day and every day
i think about you all the time...