You never know what's coming
What bad things head your way...

The back of your eyelids have become home to you,
the only place where you can feel safe...

Spiraling towards insanity
Without a plan in mind...

It doesn't matter
If you don't care about me...

I'm sorry for that time
When I called you at 6am...

I'm always fighting back the tears
That are forming in my eyes...

I could find a million words to say
But none would be quite right...

It's been a week
Since you walked out of my life...

So many of my friends
Will be going far away...

I wish you were with me now
You could hold me in your arms...

Theres only one person in this world
In them I can always confide...

I really ought to know by now
That all good things turn to bad...