Im not pushing you away
because I dont want you...

I ran
Clad in...

Where are you?
the person I need to...

There once was a young girl
living in a house down a dusty dirt path...

Verse 1
is this what they call...

I sit alone in this
crowded room...

That was a hint
That poem...

Repulsion feeds my own compulsion
and this cycle of hatred carries on...

Every time I even speak
Im saying something wrong...

Its times like these when you really
fin out who your friends are...

&&its times like these
times like these...

Youve got your heart set on me
so set on me...