| bound to this couch, i lie in waiting
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| watching wind blown memories slip by my window sill
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| i can’t fall asleep, voice in my head disturbs me
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| waking nightmares keep, have my cries fallen on deaf ears
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| can you hear me or am i…
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| talking to myself again, is there anybody listening
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| are you taking this in, am i wasting my breath
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| tell me, is the wind in your sails worth everything you give
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| are you looking for something, forgiveness
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| i leave it up to you, i guess i’m better off removed
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| because the situtations growing too thick,
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| in your hands
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| could it have been something i said,
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| or was it something that i did
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| did i ruin my chance, have you written me off
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| tell me where did i cross the line,
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| and can i work my way back this time
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| will i always regret this decision
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| i leave it up to you,
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| i hope you find a good excuse because
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| i’ve given about all that i can give,
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| in your hands
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| are you taking this in, am i wasting my breath
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| did i ruin my chance, have you written me off
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| i could try to count the times that i’ve been through this in my mind,
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| but i’m running out of fingers and i don’t have that much time
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| are you taking this in, am i wasting my breath
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| did i ruin my chance, have you written me off |