The sunlight creeps through the window,
And your music from last night still echoes...

Ok, I guess that I must be psychologically...
And I owe this all to you, for what you put me...

Slowly calling the police,
Acting like I'm on my knees...

Eyes burning with hate,
i despise her...

I'm not insane... I'm creative...
I'd love, to see your heart burn in my hands...

Ever sat all the way up here?
just to make it all seem clear...

Feel so empty,
now that you've gone...

How the hell did I let it get like this,
Don't know...

Is this real?
That's the downside...

Not sure how long it's been,
Seems like a lifetime, when it's three...

She's unlike anyone I've met,
She's impossible to forget...

I feel it, this empty whole,
It's in my heart which grows more cold...