She wishes she could lie awake,
And remember every breath she takes.
Sometimes I wonder if she thinks of me,
All the day I think of her, but she don't remember a thing.
She walks to school with her head hanging at her shoulders.
I watch her climb those steps, not raising her head.
When I see her reach the top I wonder,
Does she look at the sky and remember what I said to her?
She takes a step up to the front,
Her head rose, chin up, smiling.
She sang such a beautiful tune,
She lets the music just soak right in.
Just remember all the things we've done.
Just tell me what you do when you hear my name being said.
Let's take a road trip, let's go to the past.
Let's watch our memories fade as we return home..
Can you see all those people going through this same damn thing?
Its called a break-up.
Its called heart broken.
Its.. called..
Oh.. wait...
I'm dead.
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