these are the last few words of this thing called passion this thing called emotion this thing called love you rode away, leaving me behind a long time ago Don't lie; your eyes give you away. the long transition to a new cold heart my old compassion tossed away songs that sound like a brand new start sound to me like yesterday as my fingers hit the words on the mark, they start bleeding they drop to the ground with a thud that hurts my ears but she's got her own problems now her own lonely nights someone can fix someone found not sitting at this paper with this pen finding the truth and maybe, someone says, there'd still be hope and as tough as it is to abandon belief it's easier when, it was easier then. As tough as this'll be it would be worse to let you do this i'll blame you if it means that I can make it to july and after that, i'll have another vice to get me through this i'll drink the days away under the arizona sky.