DESCRIPTION:
Everyday i wake up from a cold night
i don't feel safe since you're gone
everything forces me to fear crowds
I don't need faces to stare.
Nights when you drove me home would have let myself die.
SO UNREAL
WHAT HAPPENED TO FAITH..TO FAITH?

Nobody's waiting for you to come home
'couse all that you care it's just in your songs
you'll never stop thinkin' about your life
IS IT A CRIME?
IS IT A CRIME?

Nobody's waiting for you to come home
'couse all that you care it's just in your songs
you'll never stop thinkin' about your life
IS IT A CRIME?
..or is it just right?

some thing i can't explain
useless like an old book
when i feel twist of desires
rather write down the words

Nobody's waiting for you to come home
'couse all that you care it's just in your songs
you'll never stop thinkin' about your life
IS IT A CRIME?
IS IT A CRIME?