I look at the ring
that you placed upon my finger...

I've been thinking
my friend...

I cant believe thats how you feel
i never thought it could happen...

I'm thinking about you again
whats new there...

Warm and crisp
brown and hot...

Behind this smile is an anger you don't get
behind these eyes is a fighter you don't know...

I've never found the right words
nothing seems good enough...

Sitting in class
my heart races with anticipation...

These suicidal thought
crowd in my mind...

I waited for you
by the old oak tree...

Your not doing any good
by taking back all your stuff...

A dozen white roses
for love and purity...