First it hurts a little, then it hurts a lot,
then it hurts a little girl in the parking lot.
Some say it was her time, some say it was her fault,
but they didn’t spill their blood on the fucking asphalt.
And we all grow up and we all fall down;
if you listen real close you can hear the sound:
A thousand hearts break against the bedroom wall.
Remember how you felt when you lost it all?
Who did you hate? Who did you call?
Does it really matter where you’ve been?
Are you really sorry for your sins?
No regrets and no headaches
and no remorse for your mistakes.
It’s all going down on the avenue,
your nightmares are coming true.
A face to remember, a name to forget,
another phone number that you didn’t get;
and the world is a pack of lies
told between young girls’ thighs.