Now's the time,
to lay it on the line.
Though I'm still uptight,
it kind of feels right.
Much to young to die.
Not to proud to cry.
Sometimes we fight,
all through the night.
You know our 
has lost its fight. 
Don't want to wine,
but I don't like your design.
Terrible line,
other girls on my mind.
Know what to do, 
so please don't cry
Kiss away the help,
before we say goodbye.