When I think of a perfect couple,
I think of me and you, I think...

I still can picture us together
And I think of how you promised...

*illmisshimalways*
Tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes...

Life... So fragile.
Flicker of a flame...

Abandoned, Agonized, Apathetic and Apart
Black becoming the color in my heart...

You were always somewhere in the background,
Sometimes so quiet not even making a sound...

I wrote that letter from my heart,
And after, I thought we'd never part...

You have such a wonderful mom and dad,
Just like mine, who I wish I still had...

An old wooden swing set
Sways in the wind, sits beneath the pines...

He said he wouldn't leave me
he promised to be by my side...

There's a look,
In your eyes...

It's been a long time, and we still speak
Just the thought of being with you makes me weak...