What will come
is the unexpected...

Gasping for air that will never enter
to relieve what is known to be as pain...

Are we better off this way
to live without reason...

Seeing an image
of something more then you feel...

Looking back to memories of my first,
seem so small to what no is so big...

You think your supporting me
But your bringing me down slowly...

Why do you make it so obvious
that i don't care...

Don't talk to me like you care
or treat me like your concerned...

Why does it only happen to me
why does it only hurt me...

Afraid of what will happen
Afraid I'll be betrayed...

Smiling means nothing
on the inside...

I wanted you to love me,
I wanted you to care...