Days on end, the long wait I can't stand,
For that day, I can hold your hand...

I sit here on my bed with a knife,
Waiting for the moment, to end my life...

We share the same dream,
The dream of being together...

As a free spirit,
You guide me around...

A pie is lots of fun,
It can not harm you like a gun...

Dreading fear,
Loving hate...

No one is perfect..
All they can do is try...

[Verse 1]
I think about those dreadful days...

Sigh, thoughts, and horrible fears,
And everything else that causes these tears...

I wish I could make it all better,
Change your thoughts inside my letter...

I ate my pie and I became sad,
I wanted more which made me mad...

To hold, to love and to care,
With the air that we breathe and times we can not...