I’ve hardly been outside my room in days,’cause I don’t feel that I deserve the sunshine’s rays. The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away, And it was then I realized the conscience never fades. When you’re young you have this image of your life: That you’ll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife. And you make boundaries you’d never dream to cross, And if you happen to you wake completely lost. But I will fight for you, be sure that I will fight until we’re the special two once again.


I remember someone old once said to me: ”That lies will lock you up with truth the only key.” But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell, And couldn’t see this place would soon become my hell. So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face? Well I guess the answer is don’t do it in the first place. I know I’m not deserving of your trust from you right now, But if by chance you change your mind you know I will not let you down ’cause we were the special two, and we’ll be again.

I step outside my mind’s eye’s for a minute. And I look over me like a doctor looking for disease, Or something that could ease the pain. But nothing cures the hurt you, you bring on by yourself, Just remembering, just remembering how we were…