You see I have a funny way of making everything I say sound like poetry, but nothing sweet for the soul. It's words filled with heartache and pain I've hidden away for the last 10 years. Baby I've got skeletons too, they tell stories late at night when everyone's found their way into dreams that'll never come true. Baby I've got demons too, they visit me late at night when I'm tossin' and turnin'. I've got a heartache for two, a soul that's been bruised. I've never been much in your eyes but too everyone else, I'm the whole damn sky. Made up of shades of blue, but the sun don't shine here. I've got some things to say to you, none of the healing kind, more of the bruising kind. I could scream out all your lines if you gave me a moment of your time, but I wasn't worth the time. I'm just waiting for the sunshine.