Wasted,nWashed down and alone again we take,nTHE PAPER TO THE PEN,nKeeping distance in ourhearts,nerasing thoughts from here to shore, nwhile sand gets in nMY PAPER CUTS AGAIN.nnTears fell down our faces,nAs our hearts were swept of innocence,nAnd you played your dirty tricks,nWITH A THOUSAND HEARTS MADE FROM GLASSnEach one shattered at the touch.nnchoke on,nThese things that make you cry,nIf your lips are smooth I'll look to your eyes,nLine us upagainst this wall n(GUN US DOWN)nAnd watch the fear carry us away.nnTears fell down Our faces,nAs our hearts were swept of innocence,nAnd you played your dirty tricks,nWITH A THOUSAND HEARTS MADE FROM GLASS,nEach one shattered at the touch. X2nnAt the touch...nnwith a thousand hearts.....