A desperate feeling, as I lay quiet on my bed.
Wishing I could take back what was said.
But I was scared I must admit,
and now I'm alone to deal with it.

These are the days
where we stand naked in the rain.
These are the days.

Another season draing me of all my strenght.
Filling me with pain.
But I miss you I must admit
and now I'm alone.

These are the days
where we stand naked in the rain.
These are the days.

I'm only strong enough sometimes
to tear at the seems
and look for some answers.
In this time in our lives
where we must give up all the lies
and find the truth inside.
I will try find it.
These are the days.