sometimes when theres nothing there
i remember their perfect hair
another reason they had perfect lives
they were practicing to be pretty wives
i remember how they were my friends
a pact we made that we would stay till the end
but once life happens
you begin to think
that people really do stink
the ones you loved with all your heart
you wake up one day and youre all apart
and every night when i think about the past
just from a year when i lived a blast
all i do is cry and cry and cry
the loneliness and lies makes me want to die