Scrap booked moments all lie to me --
Looking to what we used to be,
Two teenagers thinking it`s love...
Of all that they`re so scared of.
Making their marks on hearts, leaving haggard imprints.
I kept the negative prints of scrap booked moments.
We took down names of hearts cracked,
Because a spine is what we lacked --
Drowning in tears of memory,
Is the angst that he`ll never see --
Smiling up at me from a broken picture frame,
Is a boy who broke my heart, and we took down names.
