: words never come out right i wanted to say so much more under the street light where we had our last real fight if i could take back a single regret
we're a fashion disaster, you and me you, you you're alright with your pretty face and your perfect smile but your bad sense of humor and your laughter's like a
i spent the last three nights just playing my guitar in my room where the walls are white and lights are bright and the window's broken and just a mattress
words but they keep escaping me all i've got left for you is a promise a promise that i'll try to better myself and all this time apart has mended my
ve been alone inside and i fought through this darkness i killed our valentine like a silent infection and don't try to deny behind every two words a
: hey mom i'm sorry i caused you such grief i just couldn't see another way out i guess i was just thinking about me between a rock and a hard place
can drown my sorrows I can fill my lungs with water and reminisce better days And whilst the world just keeps spinning and my vision keeps fading and my
labor hoping that someday soon you'll wake up from this slumber but you know it won't happen if you don't make it so it will just remain a fantasy one
your reflection's ailing me but to end what we have got would be like killing a small part of me all i know is that my mind keeps telling me maybe but all my
salvation every night We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn But everything we tried was rightShe used her body just like a bandage, she used my body just like a
s raining in my heart It's raining in my soul It's raining in my heart It's raining in my soul It's raining in my heart It's raining in my soul It's raining
I have wealth beyond measure- My treasures are words forged by time in a tale of such beauty they cry to be heard. Still a young fool was I as my story
salvation every night We got dreams reborn and our upholstery torn, but everything we tried was right She used her body just like a bandage She use my body just like a
"I have wealth beyond measure- My treasures are words Forged by time in a tale of Such beauty they cry to be heard. Still a young fool was I as My story