You're the thought that starts each mourning,
the conclusion to each day...

Bored in my class,
thinking of you...

I miss us,
I miss you...

Your the thought of each mourning,
the air of each day...

Your kind, crazy, funny,
honest, romantic, cool...

You were the one I called perfect
But now I know your just not worth it...

Tonight I'm laying in my bed
thinking of what i should do...

I feel so confused
locked in your words...

She's lost in the dark
lost in her own feelings...

So many stories kept beneath
of all these emotions I cannot keep...

Friends are nice
Friends are sweet...

When my heart stops beating
and my eyes starts to cry...