Our love is fading away,
we are drifting apart...

When will you grow up,
when will you believe...

I am waiting,
for a phone call...

I'm packing a suitcase,
but not full of clothes...

Dramatic little girl,
tears of hurt and blame...

A slither of light,
just an illusion...

I miss them winter days,
we didn't do much...

Your not here,
so i sit alone...

Kill an angel,
Inocent and willing...

Although i made mistakes,
Mistakes that cut you like a knife...

Butterflies,
as i look into your eyes...

I run through the rain,
tears streaking my face...