Sitting there at the table where my dreams had come to die.

I was alone, bleeding onto papers
Never knowing you were always watching

I was just sitting there at that table, letting life pass me by

I was all about my past
Letting it get to me
My only regret is having regret

Sitting there at that table. Killing those dreams.

Murdering everything I wanted
Squeezing life out with my hands

Blood covered the blank pages of all my hate
tears washed it all away.

Alone at that table. Letting my love die
I was saved by the voice, the voice of something new to me.

the voice that gave birth to dreams I could not ****

I had to have that voice, i had to make those dreams.

You gave them to me.
But then your well ran dry.

Back to the table now, both of our dreams will come to die.