And your pale fingers never actually seem to turn...
This lock I fight is forever toyed with and...

I'm trying here,
For that, you gotta give me props...

I spend my nights these days with your voice,
softly caressing my dreams as your beautiful...

So there's this boy I like,
He's sweet and he's kind...

Promise the forbidden,
Dip your heart in honey; let it harden...

A silent voyeur that lingers through the streets...
With only unlit eyes to survey the damaged sheets...

I'm trying so hard,
But I'm stuck in a corner...

Rewind the memories,
And rewind my whole life...

Can I love you?
This isn't about wrong or right...

Tell me why it hurts so much,
And tell me why it hurts so bad...

I want you to hold me,
Give my hand a little squeeze...

[Sigh] -- a tired breath falls upon the aging...
that surrounds this dirtied window...