Your eyes are glassy
from your angel tears...

I'm sitting in the car,
Watching the trees pass by...

Tossing and turning,
As the nightmares come flooding in...

You're leaving,
Heading back to your home town...

She feels so much pain,
But she smiled through all those tears...

You think everything is alright,
That she's fine now...

I hate the memories it brings,
And the way it makes me cry...

I've learnt that cutting,
Doesn't solve the problem...

He's growing up so fast,
Changing everyday...

How could you stab me in the back,
And say all those things you said...

Have you ever had,
Memories spill from within an object...

It runs in our whispers and dreams,
A mother's child has gone missing...