You know god broke the mold
When he decided to make you...

Standing here with all I have;
a head above my shoulders...

Sitting in a time rift,
in between then, and now...

All it takes to get me started
is a simple little push...

The story begins just like this
you looked at me, i feel in love...

Burning thoughts and frigid pain
collide within my troubled brain...

When it's time to hang up the phone
My hand loses all sensation...

You step into this realm
That is known as my troubled mind...

I see you through these broken eyes
seems like my only point of view...

Please god i beg of you
let me see her eyes once more...

Here I stand once again
On the edge of sanity...

I could write a million ballads
and it would always fail to measure...