Jesus Crist my lord
yes God, i am here...

Looking back
as a young child...

I'm sick of hearing all this shit
about how much we love...

Here i cry
tears fill my eyes...

Maybe you just don't get it,
all the gestures and the clues...

Seeing now whats left ot be
you have what all is left of me...

Love is happy
love is sad...

You walk around all pretty,
in your polos and your jeans...

When our hearts departed
i moved to someone new...

Hearts are always broken
tears are always shed...