Beneath the surface
are things unspoken...

Ripped and taped up feelings
for things we just cant face...

I can see a girl
she's staring back at me...

She wakes up early In the day
Gets dressed and does her hair...

60 seconds till your kiss
Let the countdown begin...

A breaking mirror
an image destroyed...

Selfish boy
don't you see...

I sit and watch him drink all his pain away
And some how too much just isn't enough...

We sat there on that cold winters night
without a care or without a fright...

& you'll laugh when I trip
Over my own two feet...

Broken hearts
Shattered dreams...

This dream is a repetition
a constant configuration of bad thoughts...