This is something I will never say to you;

You've heard it all before.

The way I feel about those times that I once cried,

a thousand times before.



Summer's here and I will never speak to you.

These precious memories and the way you thought

you'd be from the first time I saw your face,

to the last time I was in this place.

You had it all together then until you sold it all to heroin.



And now im giving up.

I wish I could just say those things you told me

once before about not giving up.

I miss you now you've died in dreams a thousand times before.



Like a long rope from an old tree, hangs a good friend.

But only in dreams, I drip dry tears; when will I see you again?

I'll never see you again.

Summer's gone and I will never speak to you.



With a needle in your arm and the red light on,

would you clean up for a song?

Well here it is, it's for the better, this one's for Dawn.