Fare thee well,
as i set down this faithful pen...

You were like a wilted rose when we first met,
so delicate the slightest touch made you die...

Lied out on the grass, i can recall the taste of...
So, this is what sisters do to one another then...

She stood there holding a delicate rose,
standing outside in the pouring rain...

She walked alone down that street,
searching for the pieces off her heart...

Theres this little girl,
i sometimes pretend thats shes dead...

To my ex-boyfriend, my ex-best friend, the one...
These Memories-Amy Crawford...

Please feel the pain each day i endure,
once you have felt it please find a cure...

Please feel the pain each day i endure,
once you have felt it please find a cure...

&& for once i've fallen in love,
with not a notiion of getting dirt...

Her converse still lay at your bedside,
cigerette butts with her lipstick mark...

Tonight i throw down the cards,
spread out upon the table...