Everytime I walk by you,
I could swear your eyes are closed...

I see all these pictures,
They hurt so bad...

I remember the feeling of being in your arms,
I felt so out of harm...

Maybe we were wrong from the start...
Maybe it was in the beginning, that we started to...

Pictures of us smiling,
You have your arms around me...

You sit there with a blank stare,
Left on your face...

She looks at old pictures,
& Fakes a smile on her face...

Her face is dirty,
Black mascara against her pale skin...