• Locked up away in somewhere you call a happy home for me. This a house but not a home. A home is where love should be. You think that love is something that should be marked on my arms, but your wrong love has nothing to do with your harm.

    Chorus: I cry lying awake. Questioning how much I can take. I cry lying alone.

    Facing you with knowing the only thing that you show is pain. It sucks having a father that half of the time doesn't know your name. I never hear I'm proud of you, I love you, or I want you hear. The only thing that makes a sound are the knocks from my fear.

    Chorus: I cry lying awake. Questioning how much I can take. I cry lying alone.

    Only one to make me feel like I can never belong. Can't believe to show your ture colors it took you so long.

    Chorus: I cry lying awake. Questioning how much I can take. I cry lying alone.
    I cry lying awake. Questioning how much I can take. I cry lying alone. I cry lying awake. Questioning how much I can take. I cry lying alone.