I look into the mirror,
And every morning I see...

Is it possible to need someone,
Rather, then just want them...

Falling, falling,
From my high horse...

The way I watch you,
I can't get enough...

Your touch.
Your lips...

The window fogs up,
She stares outside...

How is it that you see me?
How can you see I'm sad...

I hate the fact I love you,
I hate it that I care...

What if life was like a movie?
You could fast forward...

A crowd full,
Of unfamiliar faces...

Throw bricks on me.
And chain me to the ground...

Staring at this blank page,
Wondering what to write...