Sitting In The Shadows I Had Waited, Longing For...

Why does she purposely blaze away?
Knowing I don't like to see her this way...

Why Does The Past Never Last
And Go By So Fast...

All these colors blending in.
I cannot know where to begin...

I'm playing our movie over and over in my head,
and you play the perfect role of that...

Does it matter that I cry for her?
Does it matter that I'd die for her...

In her years of being alive.
This is what she had... for a life...

Is this what my life has become? I ask myself...
overbearingly obvious. What a waste of years I...

Traitorous. Her against me.
Is this really how it has to be...

She sits in front of the mirror.
Acting like no one can hear her...