I ask myself ..these questions from day to day
Is she the way?
Is today the day?
Am I going to be ok?
See.. this is where the problem lies...
She's giving me the conception of despising eyes
And everytime I see them I get lost time ....
I'm always chasing girls that look at me with disgrace
I'm stuck in space
I smile, and I laugh, and tell myself it's only a face
What am I to do?
Who am I to tell?
Would you rather be lonely in heaven, or have someone in hell?
I need to crawl out of my shell.. and let my soul do the talking
Cause the only words that hurt, are the words left unspoken.