Your name is tattooed on my skin.
The scars remind me of you...

When our lips first touched....
It felt like heaven on earth...

What's that sound?
The Erie sound...

Everything I write
Goes back to him...

I hear them in my head
Whisphering...

The feel of his fingers along my skin.
The feel of his lips pressed against mine...

Is It wrong to stare blankly at a wall
Wondering how things got so bad...