The door behind me closes-. I know for sure this chapter's over. I'll never more see my reflection in her loving eyes. . A million times before I've seen.
Took a bite of my memories. The love I craved always starving me. And what I'd taste turned to bittersweet. . Ooh-on and on I searched so long. A flag of white I flew.
I am mommy's naughty boy. Her misbehavin' pride and joy. I'll sin then she'll punish me for my wicked ways. I've disobeyed and now I've got to pay. . Chorus:.
Hello, my friend, it sure has been a while. I don't know where the time has gone. But I've really missed your smile. It's been too long. . I've got so much to say.
Can you hear me? Are you there?. I need a friend to lend an ear. A million miles on my bones. I'm a child but I feel so old. Whoa I, I once had faith that guided me.
Do I. Do I love you baby. YeahYeahYeahYeah. More than ever. I remember all I wanted in a lover. Was just a pretty face but all I found were hearts of stone.
You had me right in the palm of your hand. Gave you my soul - I was at your command. You had control -. How, I don't understand but it's over now. . Trusted your promises, believed your lies.
You can't deny it. It's the same empty feeling, day after day. You've been waiting forever. For someone to come and take you away. I understand how it feels to be lonely.
I'll take you with me everywhere I go. I'll put you in my pocket who will know?. Right next to my heart at every show. I'll take you with me everywhere I go.
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Look in the mirror, girl. By now you should know. You're living in a fantasy. And you can't let go. . He never really loved you. From the start. The only thing he ever gave you.
Look in the mirror, girl. By now you should know. You're living in a fantasy. And you can't let go. . He never really loved you. From the start. The only thing he ever gave you.
Matthew & Gunnar Nelson/Marc Tanner/Craig Stull. It might be the way you move that keeps me up at night. Or the outline of your silhouette when you step into the light.
It's not the pain I'm used to it. It's feeling like I'm already dead. I see from the ceiling a misty spirit. Rising from a place in my head. . And I never even get to go down.