Dear beloved diary,
I woke up hating him again...

She's falling and hearing chimes again.
The good kind of drug that makes you sing...

Frozen Memories, stopped in time,
I can feel it, it makes you cringe...

She's falling and hearing chimes again.
The good kind of drug that makes you sing...

Lay awake in a double bed,
With the covers pulled up tight...

He wears his hair the way she can't keep her...
Touches from her cold hands makes his head spin...

Hello Mr. Arrow and Bow.
Take me away to paradise...