I'm just getting used to not looking forward to...
I'm just getting used to not having your warm...

Finally when I think I'm over your death...
Why does your memory continue to haunt me...

I look in the mirror and smile
Somehow, it feels so wrong...

I spoke with an old friend today.
One I haven't...talked to in a long while...

So now we have finally
Reached our end...

Called me up on the phone last night.
It seemed so much like old times...

I used to think that love was beautiful.
Something so rare and so pure just couldn't bring...

You tell me to think about what I'm doing.
That I'm saying this out of hurt, and rage...

Sometimes you have to let go
Even if you don't want to...

Things are so complicated now..
Why can't we just go back...

First love.
Always the one you never will get over...

You'll have friends all through out life.
Ones that make you laugh, some that make you cry...