I don't Run from tears, thet's my weakness. But I know you still love me, though you don't believe it. And I never thought that we were a loser Only didn't here enough of the songs. Everysing was alweys going to be smoother All we needed was sometime left alone. Something special is in me dying. Areyou publishing me for my weakness When you know about me girl, Icannot be beaten down too far. And I didn't mean to take you for granted Only knew thet it feltgood at homeBut you left me so disenchanted I was blind of course until you were gone I'm drowning I'm fighting Something specialis in me dying. There's an empty place in my bed And my hurt is beating against my head The blood hushingthrough my veins Becomes a flood of tears once again.