The funeral of hearts started without a word,
And the preacher stood, dying to be heard...

The sweat beads slowly glisten across my forehead
as i plop down on my bed under the window...

Back To You. [A "Lady And The Tramp&quot...
Diamonds and pearls enlace her silver dress...

She sits alone and dreams of airplanes and boats,
With his fingerprints engraved onto her throat...

She faces him with her bags; standing at the door,
His breath still wreaking of the night before...

You stood by me through thick and thin
out of all the other kids...

True lovers romance, set upon a bed of sheets,
white walls laced with nicotine treats...

I seen her the other day down on Easy Street,
Draped in good intentions; walking with poise...

She stood hopeless; in front of an eager crowd,
As she turned to him with tears in her blue eyes...

In the valley of death, where the red river flows,
There stands a girl, holding onto a crimson rose...

Drawing hearts on my old notebook,
With my own settled on my sleeve...

The memories flow through my aching mind
All of the good times run through my head...