I hear them in my head
Whisphering...

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

Everything I write
Goes back to him...

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

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

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

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