Today is at its end
Tomorrow is already bleeding...

She lays in her room
Looking at the ceiling waiting for him to call...

I miss you more and more
With each love sickening day...

The broken glass
And the bitter sweet memories...

If I told you I loved you
Would you laugh in my face...

I lay on my floor
Staring up at my ceiling...

Why God!
Why me...

Standing at the creek bed
Memories flood his mind...

Slowly but surely
She forgets he was born...

I never needed your pity
It's not like I asked you to care...

Today is the day
My dream comes true...

Left for dead
On sixth avenue...