To see the night
To see the stars...

Looking at your picture in this desolate room
Thinking of you and what you used to mean to me...

Looking back on the scars on my wrist
Noticing the patterns...

Once upon a time
You would call me friend...

Stand before my broken heart
The one you tore apart...

I witness as this soldier flys
Over to the war at hand...

Standing here before this wall
The one you've put around yourself...

Staring up at the starts above
Looking down at all these scars...

And even though I'm not beside you
At this moment your in my thoughts...

Setting on my bed
Wallowing in thoughts of dread...

Now that you have seen me
When I am at my weakest...

So you and me up in this tree
I look at you, you look at me...