I should be used to it by now,
Ive cried these tears all before...

I hope she hurts you so badly,
that your heart bleeds through your shirt...

She's the girl,
eats lunch alone...

That stone wall around me was my protection,
it blocked out the surround sound when i cried...

Her converse still lay at your bedside,
cigerette butts with her lipstick mark...

To my ex-boyfriend, my ex-best friend, the one...
These Memories-Amy Crawford...

Do you no what she does,
when no ones around...

Facing you with tears,
streaming down my cheek...

Tears gleamed down his face,
as he watched his soul mate fade...

What would you do?
what would you say...

Thank you for the bruises,
the cuts the tears the pain...

My hearts in my hands,
as i cry my last tears...