Each hour i go on
pretending to be okay...

Like chopping the firewood
you cut through my soul...

I'm sitting in the car
no-one's here but me...

Thoughts of confusion
fill in my mind...

Even when youre here
itdoesnt feel right at all...

They say that love is forever
full of woos and wows...

Staring out the window
I'm home all alone...

There's a whole lot of questions
that we ought to ask...

They say that love is forever
full of woos and wows...

*this isn't finished - but i don't know if I'm...
it was a sunny spring morning...

Its then i know
By the look in your eye...

Alex = my best friend
late night phone calls...