Chilly breathing, and cold heaving on a November day.
You smiled, you cried, but still I had something to say
Will you be my girlfriend?
You said yes oh what a happy life it became. Everything good though comes to an end at the point of a knife. It's all the same
Will you be my girlfriend?
We had good times, we had bad, we fought, bickered and sometimes we were sad. We forgave though, we smiled and we held each other even when we were mad.
Everything good though comes to an end at the point of a knife. Remembering you as someone I had.
Will you be my girlfriend?
I miss you, it hurts, now I'm all alone.
What happened in a day that turned you into stone? All I can do is greive...because why...why did you have to leave?
Everything good comes to an end at the point of a knife....and now all I do is bleed.
Will you be my girlfriend?
