Life takes a hold of you, you're not in control...
But aren't I supposed to be...

She was just a girl, trapped in her own little...
Lost & undiscovered, as she was...

Somehow I've got everybody fooled,
into believing I'm some innocent little girl...

The rose is whittling,
as do we...

I slowly weep, tears are shaky and weak.
I think I sort of know why and it's killing me...

Boy, your smile is touching my heart tonight.
Oh and your lying down next to me...

The way a book is closed,
And the pages are shut, unread...

I've been siting here thinking,
About all the times...

Layers of love,
Crept upon and destroyed...

A wound,
Unsealed, untouched...

And with this touch, a touch of purity.
A tear, a cry and just more weeping...

Won't you play the song,
Of those good old days...