Eight years in the making.
Eight years in the breaking...

I'm cold and I'm ugly.
I look in the mirror and see...

I relive my childhood everynight.
In my eyes I do nothing right...

Dead as dead can be.
The only person that I'm lying to is me...

You've been there through thick and thin.
Helped me when things got under my skin...

It's one of those days.
No matter what you say...

Time has caught up with me over the years.
In my dreams it brings my worst fears...

As I close my eyes.
My conscienceness dies...

If I told you I loved you more then anything in...
Would you believe me...

Can you feel it.
The tip of it sits on my tongue...

Everytime I close my eyes.
I can see the four year old boy that cries...

After everything that we've done.
Your still looking out for number one...