I've been here
A few too many times...

He was nice
Sincere and understanding...

As I lay here on my bed, cold and alone.
I take out my weapon of choice...

You held me close
As I cried away...

She kisses him goodbye
Wondering if it's her last...

I hide myself so you wont see
The way I live...

People say to let love come to me
It works out better that way...

When you're away it feels like I'm incomplete
Like I'm not alive...

I don't think you want me
Through you told me you did...

Lack of impression
No control...

Winter just isn't my season
It brings you back...

You promised you'd be there until the end
Then you walked out on us...