I'm hurting.
Each tear I cry...
Would this make you happy
What if I talked about the sun shining down...
May you be, as the David of old,
Strong of heart and soul...
Looking out at this starless night,
realizing nothing's ever felt so un-right...
Good girls don't lie,
Bad girls don't cry...
Thinking I'm all alone
and as if no one can understand...
Many months have past since i last saw you;
Twenty five to be exact, but who's counting...
Two years.
Thats a long time...
You sat there
All alone and confused...
Word cannot express
the joys you gave us...
This night, it smells like summer,
winter's eve seems far away...
Remember that time
The bee stung your arm...