As the darkness of the day,
sets upon his saddened face,
All the truth comes out,
and they hurt him beyond a doubt,
As the world caves in,
and he falls to his knees and begs,
For the light to show him though the night.

He's counting the leaves that fall from the trees,
The number of vines represents his life,
Tears these pictures off the wall,
Watch them as it fall and burn,
As long as i wish the worst for you,
I'll always get the best of me,
And he'll see ( he'll soon see)
how happy he can ...

All those unforgivin nights,
he spent in your room,
looked out the window,
into the sight.
Your Words will Hurt him Forever,
they'll burn in him,
like peices of broken glass,
Upon the floor......

He's counting the leaves that fall from the trees,
The number of vines represents his life,
Tearing these pictures from the wall,
Watch them as they fall and burns,
As long as i wish the worst for you,
I'll always get the best of me,
And he'll see ( he'll soon see)
how happy he can be..