I saw you on those brown bleachers and it made my heart skip a vital beat. I was milimeters from giving up on the sport of love and you were my cheerleader in the stands. I walked to you and spoke the words that only us two will know, and it began. A devilish month that would end in heartbreak for me and happiness for you. How does it look to be sitting in a book thats about to be closed? These are the final words written into the song for you, the first words were never as sour as they taste now.