I watched you go from left to right. I followed you all night.

She was young, but not naive. She was wise beyond her years hoping that no one would see every time she dried her tears.

So tell me when you hear my heart stop. You're the only who knows.

I'm living in a world so wide it makes me feel so small somtimes. oh how I miss those blue skies.

I'm just so sick of bending over backwards trying to please you when you don't love me like I love you.

If I asked you to choose, would it be me or her?

Sometimes I write until my pen dies, and there's nothing left inside of me.