Home is where the heart is
Or at least that is what they say...

To every guy that is SCARED to
Put his HEART on the cutting board again...

I walk these halls
Without a thought...

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

Now I lay me down to sleep
I start to mourn, I start to weep...

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

I'm so tired of this life
I can't go a single day...

Maybe one day
Maybe one day soon...

I find myself observing the present
Looking at where I was and where I am...

Two years now
Yet the pain remains the same...

I await the day my dear,
That we can walk down lover's lane...

How could you choose him over me?
This isn't the way things are supposed to be...