She's looking in the mirror
coats of red lipstick she puts on...

I lie in bed at night and pray,
that you will think of me...

"hasta manana"
my Spanish teacher says...

Is this what you want
my heart to be cut in 2...

It's our anniversary
coming up June 12th 2008...

Let me tell you a story
about a little girl...

Although we're not close anymore,
ill always hold you in my heart...

Love is like a lump of gold,
Hard to get, and hard to hold...

Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain...

Ever since the day,
You went away...

Family, something she searched all her life,
Something she never really had...

Love is complicated,
it's like a game...