I'M THE TAP THAT

KEEPS ON DRI PPING

THE DOG THAT'S SCRA TCHING

AT YOUR DOOR

I'M THE NA GGING

GUIL TY FEE LING

YOU CAN'T FIND A REA SON FOR

I'M THE RA TTLE

OF YOUR WIN DOW

THAT AL WAYS

KEEPS YOU HALF A WAKE

I'M THE INK STAIN

ON HER LOVE LE TTER

I'M THE COLD

YOU JUST CAN'T SHAKE

AND E VERY DAY

I CRY FOR YOU

AND WISH THAT

YOU WERE CRY ING TOO

BUT YOU DON'T FEEL

MY PAIN

YOU DON'T SEE

MY SO RROW

AND THE THING

THAT HURTS THE MOST

I'M THE FRAYED THREAD

ON YOUR OLD JA CKET

THAT AL WAYS LINKS YOU

TO THE CRIME

I'M YOUR VIC TIM

AND YOUR A CCOM PLICE

AND I LIVE

IN THE SHA DOW LANDS

OF HOPE LESS DREAMS

AND SHIF TING SANDS BUT

YOU DON'T FEEL

MY PAIN

YOU DON'T SEE

MY SO RROW

AND THE THING

THAT HURTS THE MOST

I MISS THE WAY

YOU USED TO TASTE

I MISS YOUR TOUCH AND FACE

YOUR SE CRET PLACE BUT

YOU DON'T FEEL

MY PAIN

YOU DON'T SEE

MY SO RROW

AND THE THING

THAT HURTS THE MOST

YOU DON'T FEEL

MY PAIN

YOU DON'T SEE

MY SO RROW

AND THE THING

THAT HURTS THE MOST