The tingle of a first kiss
the sorrow of a first miss...

Smeared mascara revealing her ugly face
and the time they've wasted cannot be replaced...

The hatred in her face
and the pain in her eyes...

The heart, such a gentle thing,
and you would think they would know it...

They stretch my heart and strum the strings like...
then let go and let it mold into the winners face...

Hold on to what we've got
it doesn't matter if we like like it or not...

He dropped a name
it broke my heart...

To look upon the eyes of your worth
what was i trying to find...

Far in distance
yet near in heart...

The hardest part is leaving behind
a love and a friend thats one of a kind...

IN my thoughts
i see the face...

You say love me
then say it to her...