The sour smell from the onion,
never fails to make my porous eyes...

I'm broken hearted;
waiting for someone like you...

Fresh air enters my lungs
as I over look the roaring sea...

Sitting alone, without a trace
Trying to cover a heart broken face...

How long has it been
since I last had a full conversation...

Gasping for air
as I awaken that dream...

A ringing bell lingers forever in my ear,
taking its time to irritate my brain...

She appears with a smile, but really wants to cry.
She wants to turn her life around, it's one big...

Hold my hand
and walk me through...

I sit on the side of the building watching
the birds pass by...

I'm looking at the moon tonight,
wondering if fairytales could come true...

There's a beating in my chest,
that never seems to die...