I can't read between the lines    Of a letter    That you've never written    I can't begin to compromise    On a problem    That you have invented       Dead stares cut a paper heart    And beats ink in these pages    Letters written in regret    To many lifeless faces    This is the end of me    I am running on empty       Hours spent pouring over these words    With nothing gained    All that was lost with nothing learned    I'm just feeling drained       This is taking so much out of me    I am doubting my place as of late       I wish I could make this    Paper heart come alive    All my time spent on    Writing this living lie    All my time spent on this lie