Beneath the surface
are things unspoken...

I can see a girl
she's staring back at me...

Ripped and taped up feelings
for things we just cant face...

60 seconds till your kiss
Let the countdown begin...

She wakes up early In the day
Gets dressed and does her hair...

& you'll laugh when I trip
Over my own two feet...

Selfish boy
don't you see...

We sat there on that cold winters night
without a care or without a fright...

A breaking mirror
an image destroyed...

I sit and watch him drink all his pain away
And some how too much just isn't enough...

Broken hearts
Shattered dreams...

This dream is a repetition
a constant configuration of bad thoughts...