The tingle of a first kiss
the sorrow of a first miss...

Smeared mascara revealing her ugly face
and the time they've wasted cannot be replaced...

The heart, such a gentle thing,
and you would think they would know it...

The hatred in her face
and the pain in her eyes...

They stretch my heart and strum the strings like...
then let go and let it mold into the winners face...

Three words begin every war, and they are the...
wars between the people, wars from coast to coast...

Blue Barbie rings and four spastic teens
all packed air tight into a rental limousine...

Hold on to what we've got
it doesn't matter if we like like it or not...

He dropped a name
it broke my heart...

How much longer can I put up this disguise,
and tuck away the feelings I hide so deeply...

To look upon the eyes of your worth
what was i trying to find...

Far in distance
yet near in heart...