Remember the night we were sitting in the back;
Talking about my current lover and you’d asked...

I’ve always been the kind of girl who gets...
No matter what kind...

When I’m with you nothing else matters;
But at the same time...

Emotions that are new to me,
Things I have never felt before...

I’m sitting here in the warmth
Of the night air and all is...

I refuse,
To stoop down to your level...

We've come so far,
You and I...

Was any of it real,
Any of it at all...

There was a story you once started writing,
And you asked me to write an ending to it...

These nights are cold and never ending
as I search for the girl I lost...

Rubbing my temple,
I try to fight off the ongoing slaught of tears...

Staring at my hands
I sit on the edge of the bed...