You speak of grace like you've seen it...your precious blood begins to boil over...and we will never be the same again now that i've got your attention
with passion and understanding..as my feelings get stronger..and stronger...starring up in amazement..12 summers before i saw the true foundations...and
This room is thick with words...a mess a mess...of secrets and thieves..but can't you see that we're all the same..just vessles...and we're all afraid
me...i stopped waiting. send us the strength..give us the peace we long for...and down with the fear..send me the words..so i can speak tonight...and
scared to ride in the pouring rain...with the top let down..making attempts just to be different...in this beat-down town...we're looking through the glass of emotion..and fashion
i wanna come back to life..but im not sure how...so im falling into your water..take me deeper...deeper in silence became my crutch and i...i got by