Even I can make a tear sound beautiful when written upon a page of confessions and deceit.

...But it wont mean a thing come tomorrow...

This will break your heart...

Now look what you made me do...

Even the thought of being alone, makes me cold inside...

Your words are careless yet they mean so much...

When the days forward seem so far away...

It's the sleepwalk that never ends.
It's the word to the edge.
It's the rain when you're walking.
It's the arguement when you're sad.
It's the free ride when you're already late.
It's the broken heart when you're vunerable.

I'm waiting for tomorrow... Cause today went slightly wrong

Don't look so surprised...