The power of music.

She's daddy's little girl and
he's a boy that doesn't give a fuck.

He laughs when he's breaking
and cries out words of wisdom in the steets late at night.

No matter what he does, she is running through his mind.

Stop. Listen closely. It's about to break.

She aways answers on the third call, and
he should know better at 2 after dark.

For the first time he cries when his heart lands at her feet.
And maybe she's letting herself get a little too close.

_{2 minutes of slience kills even the strongest of men.}

Save your tears to weep into you pillow tonight she cries out.


He hits the wall head first this time.
thump thump, thump thump</b>
He doesn't bother picking his heart off the floor.
thump thump, thump thump.</b>

Hr finds peace in the lyrics steaming though his head and he counts the beats.
They make him feel as if 1 2 3, 1 2 3, 1 2 3 could in perfect order, maybe,
his life won't be so bad.

Only life isn't a song.

He lies on his back, counting the beats,
listening to the words,
While watching her run through his mind.