Staring at my palm
remembering the past...

Why me
why tonight...

With a broken heart
she cries on her pillow...

Laying there
motionless...

So shiny silver
i hold it in my hands...

I look in the mirror
all i see...

I'm scared
why do they say that...

All i did was kiss him
a little peck on the lips...

Sweet memories
so long ago...

Why must i look at you
knowing what i do...

I winder if he thinks of me
as much as i do him...