And I'm so sick and tried of this.
I'm selfish, I'm everything you ever said...

Your curls are delicate,
and shine in the sun...

So I say,
I want to lie on this bed...

I really don't know anymore.
I really like you...

The cold breeze of the night,
didn't hit me quite yet...

Under a bridge.
I hide my true idenity...

There are times,
When the mind can spill over...

Another look in the mirror.
Trying not to look into my own eyes...

Your beauty is beyond anything.
those eyes are glistering before me...

There are cuts up the sides of her mouth.
Forming the smile she wished she had...

Its driving me away
like a car with no doors...

Stick a needle into me
its supposed to keep me alive...