Some people say the good die young
I say the young were gypped...

She gets more and more depressed everyday,
but the pain is disguised...

So much it hurts to tell you
That nothings ever true...

When i see you my heart stops,
I cant inhale, cant move...

My fingers grasp his little hand
his eyes lock upon mine...

We could have been perfect
We could have held on...

You see me standing tall
But really I'm just leaning...

She wanders through the woods screaming.
Somehow she knows hes out there waiting...

I hate so much about you
so many things you do...

I say the word and there you are
and all the hurt is gone...

She never had the strength or the courage
to tell him how deep her feelings were...

Before i heard the screaming
before i saw his face...