How can you criticize until theres nothing left
& you wonder why you get nowhere...

They mark a memory
one of hurt...

Even though I feel so dead
its still not enough...

I wake-up and its there
eating away at me...

Truth is what we shared
but then you broke it...

You torture me with your thoughtless ways
I feel this pain with every passing day...

When you look at me
it's like I'm not really there...

It's something I have yet to do
it's something I haven't gotten around to...

Is it because I want too much?
am I just like everyone else...

As long as you don't say anything
everything seems fine...

You may not know where your going
or what may happen next...

Im afraid to sleep at night
I know my dreams are waiting for me...