One last touch
one last hold...

I hate the way I'm always so angry,
I hate the way you know me...

I planted it,
In my back garden...

You come home,
And you're angry again...

Trickelling,
Sleeping...

A walk along the beach,
Rain drips onto the sand...

Why am I here again?
It's always the same place...

I know I've stuffed things up,
And I know I can't change the past...

I'm sick of being fake,
I just want to scream...

Lives torn apart,
Right at the seams...

She bites her nails,
As everyone fails...

If I feel unhappy,
Will you be there...