I bite my lip hard
I close my eyes tight...

Hushed sounds
in the dark...

Some say lifes better after death
but for me the results will be different...

I cant make it rhyme anymore,
its harder and harder eachtime...

Now who will catch me as I fall?
It was meant to be you, as I recall...

A little girl in the corner,
leans up againse the wall...

I hear the echoes of my dreams;
these terrible things still haunting me...

You used to say you love me
you used to say you care...

I cant erase our past
I cant erase our pain...