On the 8th Day
God looked down on his planned paradise...

I sit here
Going over old memories and conversations...

I dont know myself anymore
Let alone you...

I dont want it to be left like this
Memories shattered...

Cutting takes away the memories
Memories of a short and whirlwind romance...

Sometime goodbye is all thats left to say
To past lovers...

What is there to say about this person
He was perfect in my eyes...

Here we go again
On another whirl wind romance...

Started out as an occasional chat
A simple smile and wave when they passed by...

Sitting here
Staring, unseeing out the window...

Growing up in a small country town
You begin to notice an effect on your world...

Stereotyping
Abuse...