Do you ever sit
on your unmade bed
lying in front of your T.V.
staring at the ceiling
remembering us
and my face?
do you think
of my warm embrace,
or how we would lie there
and tremble at the thought
of no forever?
Do you think of when
we fought in your car
and I told you I love you
for the very first time?
Do you dream of me
and what we could have
if you hadn't left me
in the cold heart of May?
*I do.

there's a dent
in the sheets
and an aroma
that makes me shiver

there's a stack
of old records
you left on my floor
are you coming to get them?

there's an illuminated memory
lying on my bed
right next to me
where you once were

your presence
hasn't yet left
but you have
how can that be?

the flowers you gave me
are sitting there dead
just like us
and our love

how do you
look at me
and feel nothing,
when i feel everything?

do you feel
my aching heart
when I breathe by you
in the halls?

do you hear
my breaking heart
when you tell me
it's over?

there's a dent
in the sheets
and an aroma
that makes me shiver

there's a stack
of old records
you left on my floor
are you coming to get them?

there's a illuminated memory
lying on my bed
right next to me
where you once were

your presence
hasn't yet left
but you have
how can that be?

the flowers you gave me
are sitting there dead
just like us
and our love

how do you
look at me
and feel nothing,
when i feel everything?

do you feel
my aching heart
when I breathe by you
in the halls?

do you hear
my breaking heart
when you tell me
it's over?

there's a dent
in the sheets
and an aroma
that makes me shiver

there's a stack
of old records
you left on my floor
are you coming to get them?

there's a illuminated memory
lying on my bed
right next to me
where you once were

your presence
hasn't yet left
but you have
how can that be?

the flowers you gave me
are sitting there dead
just like us
and our love

how do you
look at me
and feel nothing,
when i feel everything?

do you feel
my aching heart
when I breathe by you
in the halls?

do you hear
my breaking heart
when you tell me
it's over?

There once was a girl
who always wore blue
she didn't even know
all she wanted was to go.

"My mind is so scary
the razor is my weapon
how did I get here?
I can't help but shed a tear.

I weep and weep
no one cares
no one could love you
and there is nothing you can do."

you shake and wonder
what life was like before
and you start to cut deeper
and your world gets even steeper

you put down the razor
and say that's the last time
you apologize to your peers
as you push back all the tears

it breaks their hearts
you know it's over
you have to end it
you finally quit it

they do care
they really do
i will quit,
only for you

this is the story
of the girl in blue.
but no one can ever see
that the girl in blue
just so happens to be me.