The truth is,
I'm sick of guys who play games...

Overbearing guilt,
locked away in the bathroom...

When you think of me,
i hope it makes you smile...

Numb,
not feeling anything...

Walk away,
don't fall for me...

Lets run away together,
focus on one another...

Looking into your eyes,
I see our future...

The last day,
i saw you alive...

One after another,
you invade my dreams...

Below the cliffs,
the beautiful flowing river...

Sitting on the bed,
watching him take off his shirt...

Ten miles to town,
sitting in the back of the old pickup truck...