To judge our friends
Never ends...

Lay my head on my pillow
waiting for my angel to appear...

It was bravery
It was fate...

That one night of pleasure
steamy windows...

Her roses were dead
Her violets were too...

I pack my bags
i grab the keys...

I'm crying
I'm dieing...

Dirty publicity
Local tabloids...

When tomorrow dies
the light is lost...

Friends should be like tissue
Soft and strong...

Sadness overthrows my heart
it screams for an answer...

This is our home
our home is what we used...