We're living underneath the land of sorrow. I can hear the bombs rain down. And how do I explain there's no tomorrow. I can hardly make a sound. . Dead silence.
A slap in the face and I can't erase. These things that you say. Don't make it all okay, it's not okay. . When push comes to shove. I'll put on the gloves.
We spent our lives together. That should've last forever. But now it's time to sail on. . So take this anchor from my heart. So we can finally drift apart.
She reads a book from across the street. Waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two. She wonders why I'm always in a good mood.
You got the look, but not the credit. They wrote the book, on how to sell it. . From cigarettes, to skinny jeans. You got the money, they got the means.
Well, I'm scared of my reflection. Is it mine or is it yours?. And I swear I hear the knocking. But there's no one at the door. . Don't think I'm losing my perspective.
My head, it hurts. Each day it's getting worse. My looks and smile. Have now become my curse. Tight lips, red skirt. The never ending street. Big car, little man.
Oh I had a feeling. Buried inside. Covered beneath your. Blanket of pride. Oh I couldn't tell you. how numb I felt inside. In so little time. . Stand up and run.
Put me on an aeroplane. A million miles away. She's opened up a book of hate. And tore a brand new page. . Tonight I'll find a wishing well. Tomorrow's a new day.
They found an empty bottle on her windowsill. The day her mother lost her sleeping pills. She was sick and tired of being invisible. Hard to see in color when you're miserable.