Theres always some reason
To feel not good enough...

Whenever I needed someone to talk to
You were always there...

Hidden in the attic,
All the way upstairs...

Could you be the one for me?
Could you be my find...

Death is a miracle just as life
Why must we make it such a strife...

There is a part of me
That feels I am different from everyone else...

Forever falling
Try and stop me...

As the answer phone plays
She sings me to sleep...

Broken angel
Forever lost...

Sitting here thinking about you,
I here you call my name...

Here we stand
Whispering meaningless...

When I look into these eyes
I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse...