When you skies are a bit grey,
And your heart a little down...

She sits on the park bench, the clouds hanging low...
She can't believe how this happened, how everyone...

I feel the familiar tug of my heart,
From the memories that push it faster...

She sits there with the knife in one hand
This is her friend, and with her it stands...

Moving under the cover of the rain,
It slaps the bare skin of her shoulder...

Perfect crystal tears fall from your eyes;
They leave stains upon your angelic face...

Burning memories in my nightstand drawer,
Scattered letters upon my bedroom floor...

She dreamt upon fairy tales,
And wished upon shooting stars...

Hands entwined sweetly together,
Walking down the beautiful beach...

You make me smile when I don't want to,
You make me laugh when I am feeling blue...

I know that it's getting too late,
But I just have something to say...

I am the girl with the broken smile,
The one who isn't worth your while...