<I got this name I cut from glass I cut too deep and cut too fast Now I belong with you all bored on the inside And oh I know I cut you deep I close my eyes and watch you bleed Now I belong with you all border line And that’s why I, don’t have much need for photographs Because I, hate everything that comes to pass And how I love to watch you sleep I close my eyes and watch you dream Now I belong with you all borderline crazy, Maybe that’s why I, don’t have much need for photographs Because I, hate everything that doesn’t last Alone in the middle of every room Alone in crowds, and alone with you Im afraid, deeply afraid. What If I had more than just words And I just gave it all to you Would you tell me Im the one Im the only one All my life, I ran away But not this time, I’m not afriad Of anything, or anyone Are you with me? Cause I, don’t have much need for photographs Because I, built bridges that where meant to last>