When I was five
we would do the Jive...

We sat on the swings
just you and me...

Give me the chance
to take you for a dance...

The rain came down hard
when she got the card...

Late nights
Pillow fights...

The rain was cold as it kissed her cheek
She could look ahead but the sights were bleak...

Your shaggy brown hair
The looks we'd shared...

Friends come
Friends go...

Why should I try and sound like you all sound?
That is what is wrong with everyone around...

How Could You Do this To Me?
I can barely see...

My mind swells
everyone seems to yell...

My stomach twists
I can even make a list...