You change your mind like he changes girls.
Never breaking a commitment, but hurting just the same.
You say that you're not like him,
but what you do sweetie.
Is just as bad.

You lead them on.
Get their hopes up.
Only give a taste.
Make them love you.
Then change your mind.
On to the next perfect guy.

Repeat.

This way you never get hurt.
Protecting yourself, without realizing the damage you've caused.
Really, you're no better than he is.
At least he knows he breaks hearts.

So maybe that means.
You're worse.

Loneliness peaks at the hour of the dawn. When the sharp bite of the crisp morning air, sends and icy shiver down to the very core of your soul. Leaving you longing, begging, to the comfort of another's warm body. But only to find empty air and a cold gasp in aching lungs to remind you there's no one there.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me fill your lungs.
Let me be the rush,
that makes your blood flow fast.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me help you relax.
Let me ease your tired body,
so you forget about the past.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me quell your fears.
Let me help you back to sleep,
when the nightmares come again.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me clear your drunken mind.
Let me be your sober voice,
protecting you from yourself.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me take the gun away.
Let me help you realize,
that its not time to go away.

Her eyes were blue like crystal,
but you could only see it
when she was sad.
When the world had her on her knees.
When it had taken everything she had.

Her whole face red,
but her eyes so blue.
She can barely stand,
but her eyes don't leave you.

Do you feel the guilt yet?
Does your heart fill with remorse?
Do those eyes show you,
all the pain you've caused.

You may say you're sorry,
but she knows it's all lies.
You've broken that promise a thousand times.
Now don't be suprised,
That those crystal eyes are saying goodbye.

If notebooks could talk...
What would mine say?

If it could erase itself...
Would it wash my works away?

Would it scream in my face...
That my words have no taste?

Would I regret ...
Letting my thoughts run free?

Would you take that all away from me?