Walking through the hall Ashamed of what they'll see I've never felt as small When we were seventeen Brown eyes I hear you crying Why do I feel like dying Try not to turn away cos' Things will get better in the sunlight When you Start to Feel like You could Try to Learn to be alright Ill stay with you Be your True blue Ill be by your side Through good days and bad nights Staring at the page Ashamed of blood red ink I've never felt as caged When we were seventeen