What would you do if I showed up on your front...
And cried a thousand tears...

Dear Krysta
Silently I cry in the cold December rain...

Horns go up all around,
A magnificent solo sounds...

I see a beautiful lady standing on the other side...
I try to run to the other side but it just gets...

Cross my heart,
Hope to die...

Did they not see the writing on the walls,
The writing he wrote everyday...