Everyday i go to school
look at my friends...

People come && go
Promises are broken...

Everyday i wake up
get on the bus...

Love is supposed to be great
It's supposed to make you happy...

So there is this thing called life
Ive heard it can go wither way...

She didn't deserve to die
So why did she pass away...

Why is it that us girls
Always put ourselves down...

The time is getting closer
To when it all began...

I keep having these dreams
That me & Brittney get back together...

Whenever someone is happy
There will always be...

The first time we met how could I have known
That we'd spend everyday talking on the phone...

Every aspect of her life is falling
One after the other, each in turn...