I tore down the foundation of where we began in...
Where once we stood as high school sweethearts...

Repulsion feeds my own compulsion,
and this cycle of hatred carries on...

Sitting in class
my heart races with anticipation...

Verse 1:
Everyday I pass people by...

Behind this smile is an anger you don't get
behind these eyes is a fighter you don't know...

I gaze at you
and wonder...

As I look around the classroom
I take notice of your absence...

I'm sitting right here
Trying now to cry...

She's pretty
she's kind...

I will always love you
No matter what you do...

You used to be this shy boy
That stayed away from the crowd...

She sits in the back of all her classes
She doesn't talk at all...