The first cut is the always the deepest
Followed by regret and disgust...

Some days I seem to forget myself
I laugh so much that I cry...

The same aching pain in my heart
Whenever I see you...

The secrets I trusted to tell you
Are no longer between you and me...

Who knows what's hidden in the dark, midnight sky
Ghosts drifting back forth...

I know what's right
And what's wrong...

Too tired to move on
Too tired to live...

I sit here forgotten
Away from everything...

We brought the flowers fresh
They looked alive...

My first day at secondary school was a blur
A million different faces...

I'm sitting on my bed and listening to the noise
That's coming downstairs...

I'm standing by the phone
I'm waiting for you to call...