How come every time I see your work
I feel that smile of yours...

I don't want to hear it
I don't want to see it...

Throw the die
say your prayer...

Music is my
soul...

I feel so lost
empty and alone...

I wish to go back
before this black...

Hear I lay sound asleep
I don't know...

More then once
I find my self crying...

Memories fade
pictures get torn...

Down it drops
useless and hollow...

There you go your going for good
maybe we didn't say all we could...

Behind there well told lies
I see the hate filled eyes...