I'll walk out of the house,
With a smile on my face...

I look to my left
You’re not there...

I'm sitting here with the phone
I feel so empty and alone...

Pretty Boy lives the world,
Of fame and fortune and money...

I sat at the desk,
Hearing my name around school...

I looked in his eyes,
And saw the years we spent...

It's just the things you do
That make me feel this way...

Somewhere in the road,
Is the footsteps I left behind...

The sun is rising for longer these days,
The days are whipping by leaving you in a haze...

I would sit down and look you in the eye
Hold you close until my last goodbye...

I always thought I knew what it was
That special feeling between two hearts...

Pushed through the door of adolescence and a teen,
Maturing with all the past acquaintances that have...