I've never been the type of girl
To ignore the feelings in her heart...

There is this story we read called...
Hearts are broken and tears always fall...

I'm sitting here on the telephone
Smiling when he says my name...

You're better than heroine
You're better than cocaine...

There's so many thoughts
Spinning like crazy...

Why do I miss him?
Why does it hurt...

He turned on the radio
A little too soon...

The words you speak
Sound oh so sweet...

Here we go again
Back for another round...

There's a noose around my neck
There's a gash upon my wrist...

She's lost within her heart
Falling from pure grace...

It's the late night conversations
It's the way you make me feel...