I refuse to rhyme
I refuse to repeat
its  not my kind of thing you see
to repeat and repeat
then say the the same thing again
what kind of world would we live in
if I repeat the same thing again
that would be ******* poetry
and me a horrid poet indeed
indeed I would know it
if I was a bad poet
for I would always rhyme then repeat
waste of my time
then a time of my waste
thank goodness!
but I should proof read this just in case.

Going to their late at night hang out
At their friend's house they left a note
She sat down on the tire swing
And you swung her underneath your wing
No one was there, it was just you and her
You put your hands on her shoulder
She found herself looking in your eyes
Never got to say goodbye

[Chorus]
We're the new faces of the broken hearted
As our spirits suddenly parted
There's a white light pulling her through the door
But before she goes she wants you to know;
She'll send you x's and o's

Sitting alone on the bench over there
With the sun setting just right here
Setting on her, she's so pretty
But no one sees her in this city
Right over there she sees a payphone
She tries to reach him; no answer
Can she make it on her own
It seems like this life haunts her

[Chorus]

She finds him at their late at night hang out
Holding flowers and a small note
She watches as tears fill his eyes
He never got to say goodbye

[Chorus]

She wants you to know [x 7]
She'll send you ex's and oh's

Ever since I can remember
I've had a problem with my temper.
From just a simple irksome situation
Turns into an explosion of emotion
So if you're up for quite a scare
Right now, take heed, watch out, beware.