I'll spend all night waiting for one of the few that care bout me.
I'm gone go look at a memory in a picture frame.
falling so tired from all the blame.
the fighting is crazy, its out of hand.
hoping he'll come home tonight.
so i can run into my brothers ams and hold me tight.
i miss him so much i hope he sees.
how much i love him and how i count down till the next time i see him.
when he asks how i am i can't help but lie.
i tell him every things fine.
just so he'll smile and say thats great.
but the truth is I've made many mistakes.
friends hate me but he doesn't know
its his visit thats keeps me falling from a 50th floor window.
hes coming to town.
he driving right now.
i just hope he comes here first.
instead of in the morning.
