One November day,
One friends advise,
What can I say,
It ended up nice,

One shy guy,
One sweet girl,
He decided to say hi,
And now she's his world,

On the third night,
He proposed just for fun,
And she became his life,
And he became her number one,

And after nine months long,
They're still together,
Still going strong,
And his life has never been better,

It's not always great,
But mostly it's fine,
When the nights get late,
She's always on his mind,

He loves her like crazy,
And thinks she feels the same,
He thinks it'd be amazing,
If someday she took his last name.

I've made some mistakes,
and learned what all it takes,
To be in a long distance relationship,
But you make it worth the trip,

Five months ago a simple question,
Made reality out of a simple suggestion,
We got started on a Monday,
I pray everyday for one more Monday

I won’t be your eraser any longer,
I’m losing more than I would like,
What I do won’t make you any stronger,
But I hope that what I say might,

I won’t watch as you make the same mistakes again,
I've seen you do it several times,
I won’t allow your selfish ways to have this effect,
And tear you away from your best friend,

Pencils come with erasers to fix their mistakes,
But your mistakes are more like permanent marker,
Instead of clearing the record without a trace,
You leave a bigger area Marked in Black,

I won’t be your clean slate or paper anymore,
I won’t let you bring me down more than you already have,
Your best friend is here to help you,
But you’d rather avoid confrontation because of your wrongs,

It’s not our fault that you keeping hurting yourself,
But we could help you if you would only listen,
My last piece of advice before our friendship splits,
Consult your friends before they call it quits.

Tired of my life, tired of being alive,
Standing on the ledge about to take a dive,
Too afraid to look you in the eye,
Afraid of life but too scared to die,

I want nothing more than to be wanted,
All I ever wanted was a little bit of love,
Forever my soul will remain haunted,
Forever scorned by those above.

On a foggy night in May 1939,
After playing cards with some friends,
A woman gave birth to a baby boy,
And that’s where the story begins,

He was raised to know the difference,
Between the wrongs and the rights,
Making a name as a farmer,
Was where he set his sights,

After twenty-one years alone,
He met his loving wife,
And over fifty years later,
They’re still happy with their life,

Three years after they got married,
They had their second child,
On the farm and around the town,
That teenage boy went wild,

He made his living,
Fixing everything broken,
And even when things went wrong,
He remained soft-spoken,

1980 in Mid April,
He met his future wife
Fourteen months and one ring later,
And they made a happy life,

With two lovely daughters already,
They learned they were to have a son,
On a cold morning in May 1993,
They gave birth to me,

Like the two generations,
Before my sisters and mine,
We were born and raised country,
And that’s how we intend to die.

Do you see the damage you've done,
Broken a heart beyond repair,
When she was always the one,
That really seemed to care,

Do You see the broken and scarred little girl?
Did you know you used to be her whole world?
Do you see the sadness in her pale green eyes?
Did you even take time to realize?

Your mistakes have all but driven her away,
But not far enough to lose her completely,
I know there are some things you could say,
To bring you back together neatly

Hey girl, remember me,
and how we used to be,
together to the end,
but you turned to my best friend,

I wrote your name across my wrist,
So I would always remember it,
We had so many memories,
And now all I feel is Misery,

I'm not upset about the fights,
that we always had,
I'm ****** about the nights,
You spent with the other man,

I tattooed your name across my wrist,
So I would always remember it,
The black of the ink reminds me,
Of how black your heart can be,

When I found out it was him,
It can as quite a shock,
We used to be best friends,
And now we'll never talk,

I carved your name into my wrist,
And now I'll never forget it,
As the blood runs down my fingers,
The pain of your lies still lingers,

I'll wait for you in Hell,
You'll be here soon enough,
I should have known full well,
That loving you was tough.