You Look so cute,
out here in the snow...

Today I painted a sign
And posted in the gym...

They will laugh to see your struggle
They will laugh to see you fail...

The next morning I woke up
and smelt the roses from the funeral pyre...

There is the house where she used to live
And there, where the rambler roses run...

I see him at the park
and I know he's looking at me...

Bumping, pushing,
trying to make it through...

As the light of your memory fades
my days grow dark...

I watched as she departed from the room,
thinking I would see her again...

We are the wise
do not envy us...

Remember in the 6th grade?
When you and I first met...

Such a beautiful dress,
Such a beautiful scene...