She was a shy girl
a girl to shy for anyone to see...

She wasn't really anyone special
or anyone to admire...

He was a practical boy
with wisdom beyond 16 years...

Tears are just like memories
that I try to abid good bye...

She wears clothes of shame
and torren pants...

A girl that stands alone
with a smile that lingers...

Who am I
why was I even born...

A good boyfriend is a boyfriend that spends...
A great boyfriend, impresses your friends...

She's frightened
because he's coming home...

She sat all alone
watching the emptyness...

He touches her cheek bones
with his tender fingertips...

In the midst of the night
when every glist of air is taken...