Sitting here in my room
staring at the floor...

I think of you every chance I get
every minute to be exact...

Home is a place i find very interesting
home is a place i find hard to be...

The gaze in your eyes
tells me that this has to be real...

Intensity builds up
You feel the pressure inside...

Her presence brings him bliss
her laugh makes him content...

I wake up everyday
and stare at myself in my mirror...

I study the pieces of my broken heart
that i hold in my hands...

I sit here in the dark
imagining the past...

Tainted by guilt
hidden by shame...

I've lived my life to believe
that there is more to life...

My heart is broken
my eyes keeping leaking...