Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you say I just can't stay here every yesterday Like keep on acting out the same The way we act out Every way to smile
Is this life this degradation this pointless game, humiliation Born to die, we're born to lose and not one choice we make we choose And when this life
When everybody dies around you, from someone else's gun It really makes you stop and think about the years to come Something good had to happen to the
Baby listen I was sittin' at home, thinkin' to myself I started thinkin' 'bout you how much I do love you, I really do I would never trade you, never
I tore my letter up I couldn't even start To tell you what's really in my heart. There's only so much that words can say So I sent you a piece of this
Dear God, I'm writing this letter to You 'Cause I don't have a clue, can You help me? I'm sitting here, simply trying to figure out What my life's all
How soft a whisper can get When you?re walking through a crowded space I hear every word being said And I remember that everyday I get a little bit closer
Everyday on my way home The clouds would break And the angels would sing their refrain This world's an ungodly place Strangled by vines unchaste So with
Can't stop thinking 'bout it It fills me with unease Out there by the roadside, something's buried Under sycamore leaves Hey yeah, under sycamore leaves
this is my will to die to end this sorry mess up life to end the misery of me thats the way it needs to be it needs to end now i don't even care how
I can scratch the surface and find out where You hide I can find a reason for all those holes inside Covered in oppression for all Your wasted time To
Oh Elise, it doesn't matter what you say I just can't stay here every yesterday Like keep on acting out the same The way we act out every way to smile
Why? Why? Why? Sometimes this beauty is choking me, But at least its your hands at my throat Your lashes brush against my cheek Coupled with your breath
summers always swelling shouldnt have mistaken this sky understood for -- for loving tonight and the soaring hair smells like the silhoutte sky and so
I'll be there to hold you by the hand When you need someone to walk you home You know that I'll be there to understand When you call me on the phone
Don't you have a word to show what may be done Have you never heard a way to find the sun Tell me all that you may know Show me what you have to show
The hand that wrote this letter sweeps the pillow clean So rest your head and read a treasured dream I care for no one else but you, I tear my soul to