Heart Storm

You got me cryin' alone

With all the marks on my sleeve (sleeve, sleeve, sleeve)

Why don't you pick up the phone

So I can say what I mean (mean, mean, mean)?

Sorry, sorry I left you cryin'

I'll try to lower my tone

And my beating heart

Will form to stone

And will sink to hell

And be left alone

I think I'm drowning beneath

Look at her eyes and her teeth

They don't know me

I try to say, "I'm alive"

But in the end I die (die, die, die)

And my beating heart

Will form to stone

And will sink to hell

And be left alone

And my beating heart

Will form to stone

And will sink to hell

And be left alone