Everyday her pain is becoming worst.
It's a rolling avalanche, one day ready to explode.
Yet she smiles and choose to live her life.
Forgetting how things beat the **** out of her heart with a pipe.
Still she choose to hope that someday someone will come by with a good playlist at hand.
Music blasting, words that sound promising, filling the hole in her once whole heart.

Tonight I'd cry tears for both my happiness and sadness in knowing that the only love I have for someone will never be paid back its worth.

You have got to be the saddest best thing that has happened to me.

Tonight my body is fueled with alcohol.
I'd play with you as if you were a ball.
My thoughts with this lie is kind of rough.
And how I wish I come out of this a little bit more tough.

But what I'm getting at is more of the lie.
And so every day I choose to die.
Die and forget what was once we had.
Sleep and regret the things that turned out bad.

Look forward to a brighter day.
And wish that tomorrow will not be a hang over kind of day.

He said life is not all about falling in love.
I said maybe in response.

My heart can only hold so much pain.
When a new thing comes rushing, my instant response is to give in while holding everything.
I am always afraid of being hurt again.
I can never let myself suffer again.
When a new thing comes in, I might give in.
I might check it out.
I might give my everything.
I might be destroyed for this insatiable thirst of being felt needed again.
But I need to know how down you are with what's going.
I'll pay whatever just to see me smile again.
I'll pay whatever to see me happy again.
I'll pay the ultimate price if that's what it takes to make this dead heart beat again.
My heart can only hold so much pain.
So please if you will go, get your foot on the door.