You Used To Tell Those Little Stories,
To Help Me Smile When I Cried,
Once You Told Me The Story Of Aries,
Because He Was My Zodiac Sign,
You Called Me On My Birthdays,
Telling Me How Much I've Grown,
But Still You Said I'd Always Be,
As Precious As An Emerald Stone,
One Time You Gave Me A Jewelry Box,
I Put It On A Shelf,
Next To A Broken Wrist Clock,
I Put A Necklace In It But Really Nothing Else,
And When I Found Out The News,
I Sat In My Bathroom And Listened To The Box's Music,
It Was My Own Record Of The Blues,
I Tried To Listen To For Your Voice Pretending I Was Physic,
But That Did Not Work,
And I Felt My Heart Drop,
I Felt Like I ****,
Because I Hadn't Cried Nonstop,
I Can Still See All Those Pictures Of Me,
Hanging On Your Fridge,
I Wonder Where All Those Pictrues Went,
Now That You Are Gone