I look in the mirror
all i see...
Why me
why tonight...
With a broken heart
she cries on her pillow...
I winder if he thinks of me
as much as i do him...
I'm scared
why do they say that...
All i did was kiss him
a little peck on the lips...
So shiny silver
i hold it in my hands...
Laying there
motionless...
Sweet memories
so long ago...
Why must i look at you
knowing what i do...
Staring at my palm
remembering the past...