Only When It Rains. And Sometimes, Too,

Quiet Through The Grave Go I; Or Else Beneath The Graves I Lie

And When It Started To Get Dark You Pointed To The Sky, And Told Me There Was A Star For Every Thing You Loved About Me.

Snapshots, Moments, Mere Seconds: As Fragile And Beautiful And Hopeless As A Single Butterfly, Flapping On Against A Gathering Wind.

Hearts Are Fragile Things. That's Why You Have To Be So Careful.

Sometimes I Feel Like She Deserves A Best Friend Who Is Just A Little More Special.