You thought that I was a game you could play with,
But baby, don't flatter yourself too much now...

Third period - I used to sit next to Amy Sinclair,
With flawless blue eyes and a head of golden hair...

Wind sweeps through her
Elegant hanging branches...

That old blue sky saw everything that midsummer...
Even that look in his eyes when he looked her way...

Sitting at the bar with a goofy smile on his face,
He watches her on the floor, she dances with...

Words stuck inside my spinning
Head that I just can't seem to say...

Words can't seem to come out just
Right, my rhythm...

He sat on the edge of his empty bed with tears in...
Cursing himself for running her away with all his...

She walks through the clinic as people stop and...
Her eyes are lined with tears because he couldn't...

She stands and stares to a distorted reflection,
Masked underneath a shiny plastic complexion...

With tears in her eyes, she sits on her knees -
Broken down by her peers, they spit and they...

The moon cast walls dance with his creeping...
And he lays down gently beside her, thinking she...