Boy: As I continue with my life, this is what I see.
Girl: As I watch from above, this is what I see.
Boy: Girl walking around - they're not her.
GIrl: He's eyeing other girls, now that I'm gone.
Boy: People that might be going through what she did.
Girl: He has no idea what I went through.
Boy: Sometimes I wish this hadn't happened.
Girl: He's wishing for other girls to meet.
Boy: The pictures of us together are only depressing now.
Girl: He's ripping up the only photos of us.
Boy: I love her, still.
Girl: He hates me.
Boy: As she lie on that operating table I couldn't look at her, it hurt to much.
Girl: He couldn't even look at me as I died.
Boy: When I looked back, she was dead.
Girl: I don't know if he looked again or not, I don't know, I didn't look back, it hurt too much.
Boy: Now she's gone forever.
GIrl: He can't break my heart again.
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