It's the adolescent heartbreak
they say will go away...

This is it
we have one chance to make it...

You ask me how I'm doing
And I tell you that I'm fine...

There's a ragged kind of heartache
as I lay here all alone...

Look at me
and I'll look back...

I asked you if you loved me
and you said it was so...

It's a crazy wicked feeling
those days when you're not there...

I walked into the room today
and there you sat with her...

Like a December Northern memories assault me
crashing waves of flashing color...

Dear Diary,
I try so hard sometimes...

I hear your words
you're reaching out...

I'm closeted in
walls closing around me...