The sun is going down now,
on my final day...

Sweet sixteen, who ever said that was true?
no one who has ever loved or loved you...

Who knows what you were thinking bout last night,
as you sat alone in you room...

I know i make it obvious.
and it's clear for most to see...

That girl is so cruel,
with her long shining hair...

When i saw you earlier that day,
I could've sworn all our troubles were miles away...

These I have loved:
Hot summer days with a warm airy breeze...

My crowded rooms are empty.
My brightest day is dark...

I've spent so long forgetting,
tried putting it all behind...

She looks in the mirror and hates what she sees.
she hates the pressures and insecurities...

**for you. you know who you are.
i feel that i have tried...

To Her...
How could you go and do something like that...