To write is to live
To breathe...

My pencil traces the paper
False promises of genius looming in the air...

How do you know who is "the one"
How do you know if he is actually fun...

Maybe one day you say
And this I believe...

And who knew you would betray me
That you would not care...

And every time you were not there
Proves to me you do not care...

You draw mine
Across the room...

You tell me you don't love me
And this I understand...

So as I say goodbye to you
The people that have been here for me through...

They say you only have one true best friend
Over the course of your life...

I wish I could tell you how I feel
A life with you would be so unreal...