I woke up early this morning
Feeling the lightness of a new day...

There's two in the bedroom
From those pictures on the wall...

Looking back I remember
All the times we shared...

A girl asked a guy, if he thought she was pretty
He shook his head no, not showing any pity...

I can take the rain clashing down on the window...
That doesn't bother me...

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule...

The binder I hold is full of memories
Of each person with their own biographies...

I set the keys on the table
And rest on my bed...

Parents have their ways
Of getting teens to listen...

I can feel the cold
The icyness in this rain...

From the moment we met
Everything felt so right...

She stares with no expression
At the one from the courthouse...