Its hard to deal
When you've got the right guy...

Its early morning when I awake.
I can feel your breath on my neck...

Cries behind closed doors
Forced to put on a fake smile...

She cries silent tears as the artist prepares to...
The body is the canvas...

Empty and cold
I hang up the phone...

I'm no stranger to pain
But this I cannot take...

Silent tears
Behind closed doors...