I go back to those days...
...the days when I was young and naive...

I've opened the door more than once.
You've been in and out... in and out...

The rock I once was,
Is now shattered...

Red is a patch of roses growing in a solitary...
Red feels rough and course like when being dragged...

Our friendship is strong and never ending, until...
I will not cry until your gone, for then I will...

Some say she's my look-a-like;
Others say I'm her look--a-like...