Today is the day of trouble,
to Hazen we go on the double...

I see you every day,
in the halls you walk away...

Your annoying your a b***h,
I'm effing sick of all your shit...

Spending time together at your place,
he takes his hand and gently rubs your face...

No communication for a year,
down my cheek rolls a tear...

I sit in the corner thinking about yesterday,
i fold my hands together and begin to pray...

Pain cause is unbearable,
his love wasn't sterile...

I moved here in '05,
just trying to get by...

We started out friends this year,
i always call you my dear...

We started out bitter and cold,
before we knew it, it started to get old...

The love for him has finally gone,
the town of you don't belong...

On the bench waiting for anything,
what, i hear something...