This is something I will never say to you; You've    heard it all before. The way I feel about those   times that I once cried, a thousand times   before.      Summer's here and I will never speak to you.   These precious memories and the way you   thought you'd be: from the first time I saw your   face, to the last time I was in this place. You   had it all together then until you sold it all for   heroin.       And now I'm giving up. I wish I could just say   those things you told me once before, about not   giving up. I miss you now you've died in dreams   a thousand times before.      Like a long rope from an old tree, hangs a good   friend. But only in dreams, I drip dry tears:   when will I see you again? I'll never see you   again. Summer's gone and I will never speak to   you.      With a needle in your arm and the red light on,   would you clean up for a song? Well here it is,    it's for the better, this one's for Dawn.