A necessity of life is to eat and drink
I must admit, this is true...

The sour smell from the onion,
never fails to make my porous eyes...

Just two lovers
trapped in an open field...

I sit on the side of the building watching
the birds pass by...

Fresh air enters my lungs
as I over look the roaring sea...

Sitting alone, without a trace
Trying to cover a heart broken face...

How long has it been
since I last had a full conversation...

Gasping for air
as I awaken that dream...

She appears with a smile, but really wants to cry.
She wants to turn her life around, it's one big...

Hold my hand
and walk me through...

And so I sit here reading the same old stupid love...

I can't believe how you treat me,
and how you always make me feel...