My little man cant hear me
when i tell him i love you...

Always believe in angels,
Cuz they walk with us on earth...

Everyone is sleeping
and I'm sitting in my room...

Last time i said
you ought to cry...

I'm sorry I'm such a physco
I'm sorry i care too much...

I watch the clock hands tick
sitting alone again...

18 isn't that old
but it seems ancient to me...

I feel us falling apart
and theres nothing i can do...

They never tell you how much it hurts in those...
in those stories and images...

We could have been perfect
We could have held on...

She wanders through the woods screaming.
Somehow she knows hes out there waiting...

So much it hurts to tell you
That nothings ever true...