12 thousand
6 hundred...

Neither happy nor sad
A blessing nor a curse...

A nameless face against a starch white wall
Waiting on answers that will never come...

Think you are as cool as:
$1 beer...

You turn to me with a look I don't recognize
Questioning me without the sound of words...

The tears fall softly down my face.
I could never be what he wanted...

I've walked away for far to many years
I've followed you through all my fears...

Judgment splits like a crack in the glass
Broken down in the haste of anger...