I'm trying here,
For that, you gotta give me props...

I spend my nights these days with your voice,
softly caressing my dreams as your beautiful...

And your pale fingers never actually seem to turn...
This lock I fight is forever toyed with and...

So there's this boy I like,
He's sweet and he's kind...

I'm trying so hard,
But I'm stuck in a corner...

A silent voyeur that lingers through the streets...
With only unlit eyes to survey the damaged sheets...

Rewind the memories,
And rewind my whole life...

Promise the forbidden,
Dip your heart in honey; let it harden...

[Sigh] -- a tired breath falls upon the aging...
that surrounds this dirtied window...

Tell me why it hurts so much,
And tell me why it hurts so bad...

Can I love you?
This isn't about wrong or right...

Forgive these pathetic, lonesome words that lack...
Though I must admit, I am not to blame for my lack...