oh you had littered your clothes across the floor where we last met like a trail of things we never said but what have we ever said still it was 1998 and we had plenty of time to reconcile but i was more concerned with what came next then i was of forgiving you but you had not forgiven me and you would not allow your teenage heart time to mend or time away oh what an ugly sight it was to see so you told them all about me and all the things i hadn t done and the little white lies that birthed from your mouth turned into such an avalanche then your voice became so small or everyone else s grew large but it was far too late to pull the words back they were gone they were gone they were gone they were gone so no one will hear you scream no one will love you like i do no one will love you like i do 