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.
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.
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.
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.