Don't look so surprised...

I'm waiting for tomorrow... Cause today went slightly wrong

It's the sleepwalk that never ends.
It's the word to the edge.
It's the rain when you're walking.
It's the arguement when you're sad.
It's the free ride when you're already late.
It's the broken heart when you're vunerable.

When the days forward seem so far away...

Your words are careless yet they mean so much...

Even the thought of being alone, makes me cold inside...

Now look what you made me do...

This will break your heart...

...But it wont mean a thing come tomorrow...

Even I can make a tear sound beautiful when written upon a page of confessions and deceit.