I want to make things so betteer, I want to take things back to what they were.
Back when everything was right.
When the night was young and never-ending, I'll end this day, and dream of mending.
But here's a thought to think about.
It's girls like you who make guys like me take girls like you for granted.
So stop making me feel like an ass, all I ever did was try.
I'm giving up on all my hopes, and hope you die.
This goes out to your best friend.
Choke on the words you say, suffer face first in the grave you dug for me
Can we skip to the end of the story and live happily ever after?
Because, baby, I don't want to go through the part where I lose you.
Well here I go again, telling of other people's lives.
And although this book is not enough to write a song about,
Every page would be, over-willingly, devoted to you.