What could have happened to a love so pure?
Something so beautiful, yet it's no more...
Her eyes were red,
and her mascara bleed...
Life goes on
After I'm dead and gone...
It's a constant barrage,
It's our life flashing by, in some sick, twisted...
My confidence is insecure. It is dreadfully low.
There are three words that I long to know...
The mountains are ever growing,
Their weakness never showing...
I got just what i wanted
but now im not so sure...
She sits in her room
remembers how there love blooms...
I need someone
to help me when i cry...
I really hate hating you,
but it's something that you make me do...
How could you say those things
that meant nothing to you...
I hurt inside
i hurt more than anyone can know...