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As my nail polish chips, So does my composure I bend my head to cry On my own shoulder   My own imperfections Reflected back at me In the fading colors   The lacquer covers
I have a vase Of sad forget-me-nots On the bedstand Next to Emily Rose-wooden eyes See what mine still hide from me Behind the thread and the needle holes I know we still holds my memories
Wake me up Before I lose it all This nightmare's a little too real Pick me up I'm starting to fall Pretty soon I'l forget how to breath I'm not asking. I'm begging you now
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