Lisa Crawley

Out of my hands, stuck in my head Keeps me awake though I feel pretty dead When did it start? When will it end? Can I trust you, I've never trusted a boyfriend I'm not annoyed, just paranoid You've got to know You've got to tell me The tide is low An

Counting years upon my face Feeling older than my age Giving more than I can take There is no one to run to Another day has passed and nothing's changed I did it again I let you in You said goodbye All these trains are taking me Places I can't bare t