In the final curtain call. You left me here with the coldest of feelings. Weight, kind, depression. Blessing the floor with the places you've stepped in.
In the worst of all your fears. You have come so far to hear. Then turn to shout where your name is the laughingstock. Now by fire you must hang. As my word holds coarse through rain.
Is this what I wish for those and all they know?. Could depend on how cowardly I should act. (Is it from hell or does come it from within?). If she won't give me the love I came here for.
They move too fast to be words behind your teeth. The give and go of most of your memories. But I'm not the one that they need pray for. If I've got it all then what does do.
I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats. (My body's cold and it thinks I'm already gone). Or is it in the way your body moves. (I'd like to tell you but I think that you already know).
I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats. My body's cold and it thinks that I'm already gone. Or is it in the way your body moves. I'd like to tell you.
If hello could only drop its "O". And it stayed in the front door's way. Of your home, would you live there still?. Could that make you everything I hate?.
Did you ever really think that you'd. Expose the truth that pains the page?. And in their asking, did you see their lie,. The motive true and earnest side.
Home... a silence between glares. That stutters words misleading. Here... give me all you got. With one shot sent to lend me. No... here across the grass,.
In these words that crash my ears. I now stomach this in fear. With the turn I gathered name as the bastard's son. Who by fire I would come. Through this wire I might cut.