Little kids make cups out of water,
And cut with plastic scissors...

Remember the rain,
How I fussed with my hair...

I still dream about you,
I confess...

The wave crashes down her eye,
An inner tidal wave...

As I stumble away from the life I used to know,
Broken and bleeding...

Faintly, there's a feeling
A seed yet to grow...

I was trying to laugh,
But kept on choking on the tears...

The days grow cold, dark, and short
They merge like clouds in the sky...

Funny how a friend can ask for more,
There's a smile in his eye...

I have a debt...
And you see...

I see you,
And you have everything...

She's got black mascara,
Cover-up to cover all...