Tell me if you caught my lie. My heart's not true. Tell me if we're on the line. Are we through. Tell me if you're in my life. Don't go, baby are we on the line.
It was the last weekend of September, I stayed up all night long. Waiting for the fire ache in my heart to subside. It never happened. He was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, most beautiful boy I'd ever met.