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 thoughtyou'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 meonce
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.