My fingers have become tired, blistered, broken, and bruised as I try and write this song.
The one that I've been trying to write for almost way to long
My raw fingers keep me off of the internal pain
As the sun drifts to rain
It's just another day with out you
Just another night to get through

Now my guitar is growing old
And my heart is growing cold
The longer that I stayed from you
The more that I with- drew

As the scabs are piling up
I try and imagine you all grow- up
I begin to dream of you every night
And I scream out loud to keep your sight

I've now gotten rid of your memory and have it locked away
Just waiting and waiting for the day
When we'll both be together
Even through the stormiest of weather.

And as my hands are bleeding as is my heart
I have just one question:
Were we meant from the start?

- Katie