See the tears run down my face, br the broken heart that lies in my cheast, br The feeling of just talking to you makes me sick to my stomach, br just imagening you with her makes me want to break down br It seems like I'm making planes to avoid you br to avoid seeing you or even talking to you br I miss the times we would just sit and stair into eachothers eyesbr br Corie Jonesbr br