This is for the real who feel the pain and endure
For the real who with, no stimulant, no drugs, no...

A pen to trace my thoughts
paper to record and look back on...

We are the prized possessions of magazines and TV
We are owned by the media and game show forms of...

Just like silence seeks
the clicking, tickering drip...

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

This blank screen, it seems to be telling me...
Maybe it's those lonely memories of countless love...

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

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

So forget that vow of "till death do us...
maybe this death is just what I need...

My hands were shaking, and yes I saw you, standing...
but when our eyes met, mine quickly darted...

And we'll be falling apart
with nothing but romance to catch us...

Hey you, you're looking mighty sharp tonight.
You've been on my mind for a while now...