No one wants to know
the beautiful girl...

It hurts
so bad that...

I want to lock the bedroom door behind me
And turn the music up...

When I need you
you're never there...

A person so bleak
so empty inside...

I've tangoed with guilt
I've waltzed with rage...

As the sun finally sets
into the night i cry out...

I sit her and listen
to the dove's mournful cries...

She stares at the telephone
not picking up her call...

A cold blooded person
with black hatred so raw...

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord to make me weep...

I hear you scream and I look down at where you...
You flip over the girl lying there with a shaking...