I've been waking up every day at eight,
just to sit around and think about the things I hate,
where did things go so wrong with me
Dissecting my brain's like dissecting a train,
where each piece holds a different issue
Bury me under the weight of all this misery,
I feel the same
11: 30 came it was already too late,
for my memories and it'll never be the same,
as the days back in 2003,
all that's left are regrets
As the leaves die and fall from the trees,
I'm asking myself why, we've got tendencies
to desert everything, on that day
you left I swore that I would never be the same
