| Now the fountain has run dry
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| And I’m looking at the pieces of my life
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| Couldn’t live without you now
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| I am tempering the rage
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| Holding back the tears
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| Of solitariness
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| I can’t do this on my own
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| My own
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| It gets a little bit better
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| Healing everyday
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| I’ll pull myseld together
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| I got carried away
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| I know that something just got lost
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| Along the way
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| Still I wake up screaming
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| In the dead of the night
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| I’m reaching out for someone
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| But there’s no one in sight
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| To preserve the innocence
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| Of what we had
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| Fading pictures in my head
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| And the echoes of the memories we shared
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| And promises I couldn’t keep
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| When the conversations die
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| And the truth becomes a heavy cross to bare
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| Life can be a breach sometimes
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| It gets a little bit better
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| Healing everyday
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| I’ll pull myseld together
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| I got carried away
|
| I know that something just got lost
|
| Along the way
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| Still I wake up screaming
|
| In the dead of the night
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| I’m reaching out for someone
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| But there’s no one in sight
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| To preserve the innocence
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| Of what we had
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| It’s the calm before the storm
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| The awareness I’ve been painfully deceived
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| Couldn’t live without you now
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| It’s the choices that we make
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| And the consequences we all have to take
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| Another lesson taught by life
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| By life
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| It gets a little bit better
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| Healing everyday
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| I’ll pull myseld together
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| I got carried away
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| I now that something just got lost
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| Along the way
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| Still I wake up screaming
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| In the dead of the night
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| I’m reaching out for someone
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| But there’s no one in sight
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| To preserve the innocence
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| Of what we had |