Creating peace is a hard thing to do,
The going gets rough...

I can feel this pain,
But yet I'm so helpless...

Word of mouth,
A gift...

In a time of pure embarrassment,
Pain...

This feeling killing me inside
How in the world do i describe...

1,2,3
1,2,3...

You have a brain to think
eyes to see...

I sit here and remember it all.
Scatter brained, across the wall...

You say these hurtful things to me
over and over again...

To see her leave,
When she says she will be back...

It's so cold,
This empty place...

You make me curious.
The way you smile...