My Fingers Slowly Trace
Over The Raised Scare...

I Will Take Every Sharp Object I Can Find
And Cut Till I Lose My Mind...

You Say I Still Got The Opportunity
And To Never Give Up On You...

That High You Get
When All He Does Is Smile...

I Count The Minutes Between Messages
I Read Each One Over And Over...

I Couldn't Do My Hair Everyday
I Couldn't Wear Inch Thick Make-Up...

When Word Arn't Enough
And You Can't Comunicat...

What Do You Do
When She Walks Away...

I Told My Self I Would Never
I Would Just End Up Hurt...

Your Phone Lights Up In The Darkness
Reading The Message As It Doesn't Absorb...

That Day I Lost You,
I Was Blinded Of Things To Do...

The Empty Bottle Hits The Table,
At The Beging It Was Full...