Just another love story
told a thousand times before...

The point of life is to live not die
Not to stand there and watch...

I can see myself changing,
Slipping away...

He tries to hide
When she comes home...

I say goodbye
with one last dance...

Grabbing on its grip is tight
I’m too weak to even fight...

I try to keep myself from crying
i try to keep my eyes dry...

I stop as I sniff
A glitter of the past...

That split second
when you first open your eyes...

We lay separated
with stars in our eyes...

Behind the smiles and pretty brown eyes
are stories that will never be told...

You said you loved me and that you cared
But no one would have guessed by the bruises that...