I've been waking up every day at eight, Just to sit around and think about the things I hate, Where did things go so wrong with me Dissecting my brain's like dissecting a train, Where each piece holds a different issue Bury me under the weight of all this misery, I feel the same 11: 30 came it was already too late, For my memories and it'll never be the same, As the days back in 2003, All that's left are regrets As the leaves die and fall from the trees, I'm asking myself why, we've got tendencies To desert everything, on that day You left I swore that I would never be the same