Jody, this poem is for you,
look what you have made me do...

She was pretty,
she was thin...

Sitting by the waterside, wind blowing through my...
a crimson tear is blown away, by the cold November...

When I look deep enough into your eyes, I see...
I see the hurt, I see it so clearly, I see...

I will tell you if you are willing to listen,
though the words are hard to find...