Attention Reader.

I'm nothing, I'm nothing

Got here, and now I'm gone
So many days fly by
You haunt me the times I shut my eyes
Choke softly from the poetry
It doesn't sound as true
When you still wear her scent

I never thought you would've 
thrown something back,
ripping apart my heart.
(I see you only at night)

Won't look back,
Wretched night.

I pray for peace of mind
I beg for a brand new life
I plead for a second chance 
And the ability to shut my eyes at night

I pray for peace of mind
I beg for a brand new life
I plead for a second chance 
And the ability to shut my eyes at night

Angels die and memories fade
I'll live to see, the day that you break

I never thought you would've 
thrown something back,
ripping apart my heart.
I see you only at night.

My heart fades
My heart fades

A true friend stabs you in the front
A true friend stabs you in the front
A true friend stabs you in the front
A true friend stabs you in the fuck of

I pray for peace of mind
I beg for a brand new life
I pray for a second chance
And the strength
To burn this mother fucker down

I pray for peace of mind. 
I beg for a brand new life. 
I plead for a second chance. 
And the ability to shut my eyes at night. 

I think of running away,
I can’t keep running away.

Can’t keep feeling the same,
I can’t keep taking the blame.

I wanna run with you,
I don’t care what we do.

Gotta get out of this place,
Because it feels like yesterday.

 Well i think you're worth every minute and every dime i spend, i'll spend all my time fighting dragons just to keep you alive and talking.

Lloyd Dobbler

Why are you so far away?
Even when you're standing next to me
Your eyes give you away
Telling secrets when your mouth don't feel like talking

And I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boombox out in the street
And I'll be there if you need someone
Even if he isn't me

Lying in your bed
As lights dance across the ceiling
I listen to you breathe
Toss and turn in your sleep
And I wish that you'd believe

That I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boombox out in the street
And I'll be there if you need someone
Even if he isn't me

There's a Norman Rockwell painting
Two kids sitting on a bench
It reminds me of all the stupid things
I'd like for us to share
But I don't care