You left this book
Open, unended
It hurts to turn the page
It hurts to stay still

You left this record
Skipping all alone
It hurts to lift the needle
It hurts to lay ill

I met you in march
Sweet candy march

We had one month
That turned me inside out
We had one month
That turned me upside down

You left this book
Open, unended
It hurts to burn the pages
And it hurts to carry on!

Met you in march
Sweet candy march

We had one month
That turned me inside out
We had one month
That turned me upside down

Inside out
Upside down