It's a sunny day in June....and I hope,
This time, the grass you're on, stays green enough for you.
Something old, something new...
Somethings told, doesn't make it true....
Today you're tying up loose ends...
This hole here is too large to mend...
I made the mistake to call you friend...
And you never were, in the end....
I was something borrowed, when you were blue....
So I hope this time the grass stays green enough for you...
Because I won't be something old,
When you need something new....
No, I won't be there to care...
The next time you fall through....