I sing a song only heard by the dying,
A song that is sung by all who are crying...

How hard must I press before the knife breaks...
How much pain must I endure before the blade...

I looked in your eyes and asked if I could,
You just stood silent so I knew that I should...

I don't know why I'm thinking about you,
I don't know why you make me sad...

It hurt me bad when I was told,
Those words hit me so hard and cold...

Don't be mad when I just walk away,
Theres those words to you I can't bring myself to...

I stare at her face and try to remember,
Who is this person I haven't seen in forever...

I feel your skin with the tips of my fingers,
Chills run down your spine as the sensation...

"Run for cover," shouted the soldier,
Fighting for only hours yet he felt so much older...

The thrill of the ride is on my mind,
When did you become so blind...

Could love be more difficult than it seems,
Thinking of you has brought both joy and hate...

Why did you leave me standing there,
I thought that you had started to care...