I heard her from a distance,
Her head was resting on the end of the bed...

At the cold dead of night.
I know my head isn't screwed right...

With every cold shudder my body releases,
My head, my heart....ache so much...

I've lost the will to fight.
I lay in my warm bed...

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

She may say she's not pretty,
She may think she's not good...

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

Lyrical broken,
These words left unspoken...

Draining me, my heart, my blood is bleeding out.
Baby, you stuck a needle in my heart...

Save Me Please.
From The Dust's Of Dawn...

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

She's the lover,
Not the perfect one...