She sits by the window,
Staring at the world...

Mourning and sighing alone in her bed,
This quiet young girl has dreams fill her head...

You sat
Miles away...

Haunted memories seep
Into what was once...

17.
It's amazing how such a small number...

Here's to second chances
and late night silly dances...

I am afraid
of what tomorrow may be like...

Sometimes I wonder,
If this is what it's supposed to be like...

These days are endless
where we begin that process...

You, make my head spin
with all those lines...

So this is how it goes; we try and try to pretend...
mean so much more then a petty summer affair...

In started
and ended...