And so here I am - lying so still in the soft...

Even the sight of your name brings a pang of loss...

And its the little things that worry me the most...

I sit and watch my tears fall onto that blank...

Cheap words and opposite actions are all I can...

The tears poured from her eyes even on her last...
And still there was no one to dry them...

Please be careful with my heart for i am fragile
these bruises I've been given might take some time...

I can feel your eyes follow me, watching me...

Keep my head up
hold onto my pride...

The cold air catches in her lungs with every sharp...

The tears poured from her eyes even on her last...
and still there was no one to dry them...

My heart skips a beat each time we speak
and crumbles to the floor at every goodbye...