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

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

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

12 thousand
6 hundred...

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

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

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

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