It's so much like writing,
What words can't explain...

Grey, cold, professional,
it whispers in her ear...

I'm Not Supposed To Love You
I'm Not Supposed To Care...

I wish there was another way
I could run away and hide...

Forget his name
Forget his face...

A single line of blood
Comes down your wrist...

Save me from myself
Before I fade away...

She says she's ok
But cries her self to sleep...

She's crying,
She's breaking...

I'll say it now before it ends.
And trust me, it's true...

When will you see?
It's not your pain...

They spin and twirl
shimmer and shine...