Oblivion keeps calling - he's living three doors down these days.

Sorry’s just some empty word to me...like love must’ve been to you

And i'm falling apart to songs about broken hearts

The seams of my dreams turn to tears as I fall from grace

When the slightest touch could break her heart

Clawing the coffin door and shouting his name in an endless sleep

And their voices tell her "You're not worth it"

As he turned the corner she was strong and proud, but his last pitying look almost killed her

And she needs him to numb the pain that he created

And just beacuse she breathes, it doesn't mean she's living.