This life this stand
my heart in your hand...

What to do about you,
someone who is so mysterious, you seems so new...

Driving home alone
hoping to hit something so i didn't have to go...

Phone in hand i wait for the call
telling my you will be my all...

Through the toughest night i last
your unlike anything from my past...

Music is a universal language.
It wakes me up in the morning...

Up at dawn and back at dusk you live
for your family the world alone you give...

I sit here every night and write to you,
explaining all the things id like to do...

On the edge ready to jump
tired of living in this hell...

Like the imperfect pattern of falling rain drops
my heart beats fast to slow then stops...

Just another night pacing the halls
preparing myself for when it all falls...

Confused with right and wrong, with up and down
right or left i still end up backwards...