The way you call me "babe"
and the feelings you inspire...

I push my pillow to my face
to soak up all my tears...

My interpretation of love
Is to crace something that's so far away...

Thank you for being there
and showing that you care...

There are different types of abuse
From drugs, to self inflicted homicide...

There are different types of joy
From playing with a child filled with laughter...

Right or left
Up or down...

They tried to tell me
that life was a fun place...

A time of sadness
A time of peace...

You didn\'t come running
when i called your name...

Let me tell you what you had
cuz obviously you can't see...

You said you like my attitude
you said you like the way i talk...