so is this what we have left?
i don't feel like coming home tonight.
just another in our series of doubts,
now i'm tired.
this may be the only chance we get,
(die inside),
this time there's no holding back.
(feel like nothing)
maybe you can break my heart;
same time next year.
(die inside)
i'm not afraid of this one,
cold fingers move across my face.
i don't doubt that you know what to do,
some things we can't replace.
the wind dies down
(never again).
i lay my head,
another disappointment.