I don't Run from tears, thet's my weakness.
But I know you still love me, though you don't believe it.
And I never thought that we were a loser
Only didn't here enough of the songs.
Everysing was alweys going to be smoother
All we needed was sometime left alone.
Something special is in me dying.
Areyou publishing me for my weakness
When you know about me girl, Icannot be beaten down too far.
And I didn't mean to take you for granted
Only knew thet it feltgood at homeBut you left me so disenchanted
I was blind of course until you were gone
I'm drowning
I'm fighting
Something specialis in me dying.
There's an empty place in my bed
And my hurt is beating against my head
The blood hushingthrough my veins
Becomes a flood of tears once again.
