Ron, I'm sorry for that night!
Ron, I hate it when we fight...

Some things feel simple
When, truly, they aren't...

Why is it that when I
Start truly caring, you begin...

Feelings rush through me like
Nothing wants to be inside...

I sat just listening
To the music on the radio...

I sat staring
Out across the lake...

Christmas dawns early, for winter, at least.
I wake up, looking forward to my presents...

I used to crave the attention of others
I cared what they all thought...

Looking out the window
Watching the rain crash down...

Stop taking over my life
I don't want you to care so much...

I like to think that we belong.
We know those among us...

I'm sitting in the dark,
Looking off into the endless void...