Dont love
me for...

Down to my last bit of strength
Walk out of work in sobbing tears...

She hurts
and she cries...

Nine years ago I met you
You were in rough shape...

Sitting there quietly
trying to watch TV...

The way you look at me
and make me shiver...

Have you ever been sick of yourself?
Lay awake at night...

People are always leaving
Leaving never staying...

The only place I feel safe
Is in your tight embrace...

What is Sleep?
Its that thing...

Fear is your worst nightmare coming to life.
It's the thing that's gnawing at your imagination...

I guess the little Pickachu
Is all that I have left of you...