Have you ever loved someone who didn't love you back?
Have you ever loved someone who fell through the crack?
Have you ever loved someone too drunk to see?
Have you ever loved someone like... me?

My blank wall is white just to fit your name
My disc is scratched cos it played your game
my minds all ******* cos you're in my life
The only thing left is to pull out the knife

Slow down girl, you move too fast
It's just a kiss, make it last
Close your eyes, its in the past
Slow down girl, you move to fast

Don't let it bother you, let it all go
Move soft and gently, go with the flow
Your a pernament thought in my head
Your a space waiting in my bed

Slow down girl, you move too fast
It's just a kiss, make it last
Close your eyes, its in the past
Slow down girl, you move to fast

I just can't take it, it's got too much
I need to know, if I can touch
I'ts too late now, to start that game
I just can't put a face to that name

Slow down girl, you move too fast
It's just a kiss, make it last
Close your eyes, its in the past
Slow down girl, you move to fast

Nothings quite the same now
When i say your name out loud
I'm falling back, into the dark
Becoming one of the crowd
I'm always feeling lonely
But i'm never alone
Got nobody to love me
No house to call a home

Slow down girl, you move too fast
It's just a kiss, make it last
Close your eyes, its in the past
Slow down girl, you move to fast

This is not a race
Some filth disgrace
This is love so let it show
Come on little girl and take it slow

Slow down girl, you move too fast
It's just a kiss, make it last
Close your eyes, its in the past
Slow down girl, you move to fast
Slow down girl, you move to fast

The pain of losing your friend is hard.
The pain of losing your pet is harder.
The pain of losing your mother is difficult.
The pain of losing your home is extreme.
The pain of losing your life is really sad.

Pain it comes, Pain it goes.
Pain can occur temporarily or it could be pernament.
Pain it is apart of our lives.

Maybe it's reality
Or maybe i'm just weak
I have no reason to paint pernament lines on my wrists, do i?
Other children work too, don't they?

That were the words of my dear mother
Who lulled me into sleep with pain
Pain caused by her boyfriend who despised me almost as much
As my differences

My house is not normal enough to be good
But not bad enough to be normal
At least that's what i was forced to believe since the
oh so perfect age of ten