Week one week two,
Week three week four...

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
The reflection of the anti-beautiful me...

You dont know me anymore
Like you knew me before...

A thin line of scarlet appears
On the surface of her skin...

Oh Connor, you're my best friend
Yes, that is true...

Sitting here wishing that
You'd come back to me...

I lie awake in my room
Writing this poem just for you...

Why weren't you ever there
All those times that I cried...

Without you here with me,
Next to me...

I lie awake thinkin' of you
Baby what am I s'posed to do...

Thought that look you used to give me
Meant that we could be together...

Everything will be okay
Everything will be alright...