I sit before an empty canvas
waiting for love to paint itself...

I see dry lips slip profane forms of accusation,
I can feel the burn of hate in your firm grip...

As the red numbers on the clock
tic tock, turn three o' clock...

I'm so proud of you, it seems you've got your life...
And I thank the one who got you out of that bad...

She's known him for three years,
He's three years her senior...

Your letters, they litter the crisp white paper
stain my eyes until I've gone blind...

I danced across that floor,
with the teddy bear in my arms...

My TP....
your so damn soft...

Relive, the sense of justice flows deep inside my...
I know karma's out to get me, but it's so hard...

This couldn't be any harder
having to face these feelings...

Living with this ball-and-chain
I'm just a burden to society...

Zooming down the vast stretch of steaming concrete
engine vibrating my feet, surrounded by empty...