I’m reaching for the door And I don’t understand why it has to be this way Lock the door, me in the closet But it’s just too hard on me, oh So come back home Picture of you in my pocket It’s all I really have left of you And it’s not enough to keep me

I'm holding on to a life, I'll never get back It's too hard to let go I'm on the right train but the wrong tracks Trying not to derail Nothing is like it was before I know not who I am anymore Chasing something that's behind me When will I be set free?

Lies and deceiving is what I'm believing Up to my knees so hard to breathe It helps that you aren't there Can't figure out what's the right thing for me Guess I'll have to wait and see So understanding but so far from the truth It's what I have to live

Goodbye to love Thought it was better with a broken heart But it's so damn hard to restart I tried to stitch it up a billion times But there's no happy end now for the story of you and I It's a quarter to one And we're screaming at the top of our lungs

It's easy to remember But so hard to forget So I must dream To have your hand caress me Fingers, press me tight I'd rather dream Than have that lonely feeling Stealing through the night Each little moment

I'll show you 'Cause life's not easy, I'm not made out of steel Don't forget that I'm human, don't forget that I'm real Act like you know me, but you never will But there's one thing that I know for sure Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing When the

No ones getting out of here, alive Nevermind there's nothing I can do Bet your life there's something killing you It's a shame we have to die my dear What a way to go, but have no fear Take a good hard look for the very last time The very last one in a

Stand By Your Man, Sometimes it's hard to be a woman giving all your love to just one man. You'll have bad times And he'll have good times, Doin' things that you don't understand. But if you love him you'll forgive him, even though he's hard to

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep To a river so deep From the mountains of faith I must be looking for something Something sacred I lost But the river is wide And it's too hard to cross And even though I know the river is wide