The Insurect Years - Face First

This is something I will never say to you;
You've heard it all before.
The way I feel about those times that I once cried,
a thousand times before.

Summer's here and I will never speak to you.
These precious memories and the way you thought
you'd be from the first time I saw your face,
to the last time I was in this place.
You had it all together then until you sold it all to heroin.

And now im giving up.
I wish I could just say those things you told me
once before about not giving up.
I miss you now you've died in dreams a thousand times before.

Like a long rope from an old tree, hangs a good friend.
But only in dreams, I drip dry tears; when will I see you again?
I'll never see you again.
Summer's gone and I will never speak to you.