Jamie had a girlfriend when he was 14.
She was all he could think of.
He was all hers.

Day after day they spent time together
Using each other as an excuse
To be silly, to live, to love

And he dared to love while she held back.
And it all happened without his consent,
But she... she knew it well

It was their time and they felt it in their hearts
They did what they wanted to
And as they pleased...

And their innocent infatuation came to an end
Just like a calendar year
And she left him

Jamie was 15 - a year older and wiser
But he was heart broken
And his pain resounded inside

She had moved on well ahead of him
And she had her priorities right,
While she was his only one...

He'd lost himself in her eyes, Jamie had
And she'd shut 'em tight now,
And he was lost again

She moved out to another town in a while
And all he got was a resentful look
But she was to remain forever in his heart...

And in a fit of rage, he got his cutter from the drawer
And carved her name on his hand
The part of her that was inside of him, was now spelled across his forearm

On Jamie's hand...

He'd cried and he'd wept and he had regretted
But his wounds remained as they were,
As time was to heal everything...

'Cause she'd died in a month or two
And when she had, he hadn't cared
But she lived on, in his wounds...

On Jamie's hand...