How do I tell a friend the truth
When it hurts so deep inside...

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

In a book in the closet
On the front page inside...

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

I should be crying right now
Tears should be rolling over you...

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

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

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

You still don't get it do you?
I guess I should have expected that...

I wish you would have listened
To all those words people said...

I wish you would have listened
To all those words people said...

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