One to the heart
One to the head...

Her days are okay
while her nights are rough...

Laying in the grass looking
at the stars. connecting each...

These cold winter days,
are the days that haunt her...

Your my kind of music,
and my favorite song...

I'm sorry I'm not perfect.
i can only be me...

Theres times
Every thing seems OK...

Your words hit harder than expected
i couldn't sleep because my dreams were...

Heart is torn
agony born...

She screams until she looses her voice.
her voice of no importance...

I'm sorry im not perfect, i can only be me.
I'm sorry im not perfect like the girl you want...

As i watch her lay in bed
I gaze upon her resting head...