Woorden: Boys Night Out. Waking.

I dialed 911 a long time ago.
Now I see how late they're reacting.
Here shakes a former lover/husband And there lies the wife
of a train wreck just waiting to happen.

Chorus
My God, make this a dream because i really can't believe that she's gone.
I'm not here and this isn't happening.
Make this a dream because I really can't believe that she's gone.
We'll wake up and she'll be next to me.
I can't believe that she's gone.

Marvel at this madman as this make-shift monster rips through the room.
Watch in in fear as he comes completely unglued.
Gaze in horror and amazement for a frightening instant
As he christens the walls with broken bottles of perfume.
Her few, final moments must have been a nightmare in waking.
Victim lies, violently shaking.


Chorus

I cant breathe...
I dont deserve to take these breaths.
All I need is to sit and rest my head on my knees
The ambulance and police will be here soon.

I can't see. I can't feel.
I'm numb to everything,
Except my body shutting down as they enter my home.