What are these sirens,
they draw me out...

"No" she said.
He left anyway...

I crossed my heart,
and hoped you would die...

Now let me tell you,
she's been searching in the bottom of each bottle...

Today I noticed,
Ive been pushing you out of mind...

Stupid boy,
you make my pulse race...

One last time,
I'll put you to bed...

Hold your breath,
close your eyes...

A flip of the hair,
a bat of the eye...

She held a pen,
and out of it flowed jet black ink...

We'll say I don't care,
when maybe I still do...

Why did you take me from friends,
with the intent to hurt me...