Slamming the door
sounding like a gun shot...

Its the radio after twelve
its the empty space on the reality shelve...

You're selfish
and you know you are...

Whats with the attitude
cant you just relax...

Walking in here everyday
forcing this smile upon my face...

Whats wrong with the world today
the flag is always half staff...

You know you've changed
dont say that you haven't...

They think I'm going no where
and that i will turn insane...

Laying in the cool suroundings
staring at the stars...

Sitting in the quiet room
full of sweaty palms...

A tear creeped down her cheek
as she poured another shot...

Just so you know
it hurts to be stabbed in the back...