these shattered dreams I have of you

are wearing thin

and so is the hope that

tomorrow will be better

the last time i heard your voice

it was stuttering with hate

and i don't think i'll ever see you again


and i dream tonight

the sweetest dream that could be had

of you


and i wished that you would be happy

and i wished i wouldn't be alone

this fresh air is so hard to breathe in

and these cold nights alone

are taking their toll

i'm starting to feel like

no one really cares at all

maybe i'm right


everyone always says that tomorrow will be alright

and i look around this darkened room

and notice that everything isn't ok