Quarter past eight, I'm still in bed,
Thoughts of the future run through my head...

Today’s the day that would have been great
I would’ve got to be on stage again...

My babies are growing up and getting so old,
Now six is Whitney, the baby I used to hold...

Traumatic fears
Zoloft tears...

She wanted to play the game,
She wanted to reck it all...

I’d buy you the world if I had the money,
If I had what you wanted, I’d give you it honey...

I’m looking at my enemy,
I’m staring at her ugly face...

The big day is tomorrow,
the day we’ve been waiting for...

It would hurt if I never saw you,
I’d miss you every day...

I’ve gained so much knowledge,
Learnt what I couldn’t any other way...

Twisted, hurtful words, so mean,
so selfish, so pitiful...

No matter what we go through
I’ll always be your friend...