Maybe I'm so used to the everyday routine
Same time every morning, doing the same thing
By chance could it bleed over, scrambling my mind
Till I just don't knoe what to do, when, where and what time?
It gets harder everyday to look you in the face
it's gets harder each time I sit and think of what I lost
it gets harder everytime that I have to tell you a lie
just so you can believe that I love you...
I remember that day like it was yesterday,
the day that my best friend passed away
my heart turned cold ever since that day
and before that night, every night I use to pray