Today is at its end
Tomorrow is already bleeding...

She lays in her room
Looking at the ceiling waiting for him to call...

I miss you more and more
With each love sickening day...

If I told you I loved you
Would you laugh in my face...

The broken glass
And the bitter sweet memories...

I lay on my floor
Staring up at my ceiling...

Why God!
Why me...

Standing at the creek bed
Memories flood his mind...

Slowly but surely
She forgets he was born...

It's too bad there isn't a word
That will bring you back to me...

I'd fly through the sun
Just for some fun...

I offered you a ticket
To the center of my heart...