She said, "It looks as if you have lost your best friend." I tell her that I have
definitely lost something. I can taste the failure on my lips. You know I would
love to just go back. 'Cause I can feel the world biting at my heels. Stare
straight at the wall until the tears come. There is just something about the night.
It gets me everytime. Is it already to late to dream? They move on. I stand still.
There is something about the night. That gets me everytime. She is selling
herself short and this costs all she has. Paying for all the smiles and forcing back
the tears at the questions asked. There are just too many romances that expire
at the stroke of midnight. To highlight your dreams is to give in to a false reality.
I gave up, I gave in. The joke is always on me. Love gone bad with age... These
are the signs of the times. I know you would give everything if you could. But
it is just not enough to be told the words, "Everything will be okay." Can I just
break down and fall into your arms?