Why am I afraid?
to tell you how I fell...

How could you say those things
that meant nothing to you...

I walk down the hall
the faces they stare...

I don't know when i will stop
but I'll take my time...

I'm holding on by a thread
my hands are griping the side of my bed...

To have a home
a place to stay...

Should a be jealous of my friends?
Because they now have what I always wanted...

To be able to tell you how I feel
would be extremely difficult to do...

Perfection
The Meaning...

You promised me I wouldn't cry
that you would never let me go...

It was stupid of me to think he was mine
to try so hard I'm on a thin line...

I lay there all alone
I can't fall asleep...