My days draw long and weary
when your no longer here...

Late at night
i blast it loud...

Please don't waste your tears on me
i don't want you to be sad...

Tradition, they say
can teach a lot....so here's what...

I wanna be that girl
you\\\'ve got your arm around...

I\'m sick and tired
of being depressed...

The lonely Grey winter skies
match the cold that rest in her heart...

I hate that you can trust me
but i cant trust you...