Trying to stay busy,
trying to be happy...
Ceiling
Is the last thing...
This is the last time
I write about your love...
Juggling pills just to try and survive
deep down in the dark...
A girl with no name sunk without a trace,
as she jumped from a world...
I'd bury my face in your shirt
and mumble something...
I'm sick of playing all these games,
a game of ghosts beyond the door...
Crazy dreams wait until dark
and haunt me when I'm...
I say a lot of things, and some of them are true,
but lie's like "I'm fine" are just not...
You say that I need to prove I'm real,
I don't see the point here...
The one that was never in the pictures,
The one that could find a way to keep distance...
If I Have An Heart
You Too Have An Pumping Organ...