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From the vains that flow to my heart you see the memories of pain that is sealed. The pain piles up and soon you will see the acoustic wounds revealed. How from all this pain from my hurtful past and the tears I have cried. When I stood right there along you and had nothing I could hide. As how I asked you what was wrong and in your reply you said nothing is wrong. I knew you was only hiding the truth and it saddened me when I heard our song. As it played it seemed like it was going on forever like it knew it hurt me to listen to it. Hearing me cry and scream out why does my life always turn to shit!? The only thing that I want most in my life seems to never become what I want. All I ask for is to be with the one for me yet my life seems to be one big taunt. Knowing I can have what I have always wanted, but it dangles my dreams right in front of my face. Makeing me beg for it like it knows I would, because I want to be in that place. Be where I have this girl of my dreams and she is right here in my arms to care for. To be where I never have to worry about waking up alone with my heart being sore. All I know though is that all these dreams are always being pealed. Ripped from my mind it shows the acoustic wounds revealed.