I'm so sick of this life
i just wish i could hold on tight...

I'm sitting on the floor
wishing you were knocking on my door...

There you go again
leaving me alone in the end...

So you say you'll be forever mine,
hopefully this is not a lie...

So i decide to say goodbye
and start to shake and cry...

I'm laying in my bed
holding a gun to my head...

I keep calling you
But you won't pick up the phone...

I'm sitting here in class
wishing that you'd pass...

Your over there
I'm over here...

Staring at the light
wishing I'd just die...

As I lay in my bed
All my tears start to shed...

As I remember back to those days
Where I would have to wait for you to say...