THE STORY OF MY LiFE
LAYS iN FRONT OF ME
i CARVE iT WiTH A KNiFE
ON MY ARM FOR ALL TO SEE
i STAY STiLL, SAYiNG GOODBYE
NOT KNOWiNG WHAT TO DO
i WATCH AS YOU CRY TOO
i FALL TO MY KNEES
AND PUT MY HAND TO MY FACE
YOU BEG ME PLEASE
PLEASE DONT LEAVE THiS PLACE
THATS WHEN i SAY THERES NO OTHER WAY
i NEED TO LEAVE SOON
THERES NOTHiNG LEFT TO SAY
WE JUST HEAR THE SAME OLD TUNE