You've been there thru
the good and the bad...

I don't know what to feel,
Or which way to go...

I hate that
no matter how bad you treat me...

The tears wouldn't stop.
Flowing down my cheeks, down my chin...

It's obvious,
I've overstayed my welcome...

"You can go, but you know how I feel,
And you know that my trust you don't want to...

I need to tell you something,
but the words, I'm afraid I cannot find...

I am the red and blue lights in my rearview...
I am the shattered glass that cuts deep...

I am the unseen shadows of the night,
I am a stereotype - my own - I am me...

Who do I go to?
Who do I tell...

I want this.
I want this more than anything...

There is nothing anyone can say
To make the pain go away...