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

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

Why me
why tonight...

Sweet memories
so long ago...

Laying there
motionless...

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

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

I look in the mirror
all i see...

Staring at my palm
remembering the past...

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

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