She sits at home and tries to remember all the days when everybody said nothing could bring her down
Now she´s found that she can´t stand the site of her reflection in the windows of this beat up old town
She´s packing all her problems Into a carry-on bag
She´s packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories

And every night that she´s alive
Is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her

she goes to bed at night just to wake up to a nightmare and a headache that will never go away
She´s doing time and hating every minute of it blaming everything on something she can´t escape
She cries and she cries
But no one ever listens
She doesn´t understand why she can´t slow down
She´s packing all her problems Into a carry-on bag
She´s packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories

And every night that she´s alive
Is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her
And all the pain she´s kept inside
Doesn´t help to cleanse her mind
From all the heartache and the frustration tonight
And now it feels like she´s been dealt a shitty hand
She´s headed eastbound but she doesn´t understand

And every night that she´s alive
Is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her
And all the pain she´s kept inside
Doesn´t help to cleanse her mind
From all the teardrops that she cried

And every night that she´s alive
Is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her
And all the pain she´s kept inside
Doesn´t help to cleanse her mind
From all the heartache and the frustration tonight