We try chasing down ways to further our dream, but then we trip over people on the narrow path that winds. Its nothing like wanting to go back to those days. Im searching for a sky that doesnt exist anymore. Dont give me that sad face like Ive become the victim, like you understand. Tears arent the end of sin. You carry it heavy on your back forever. Who is it youre waiting for in this maze of emotion you cant find your way out of? I want to let it all spill already like I was writing in a blank notebook. Whatre youre trying to get away from, this thing we call reality? We live for each other, or have you forgotten in the middle of the night? Because we cant play it safe or sound anymore, and we dont have a place to go home to. What, you dont got enough life left to wipe these feelings out? Just like old times. this is the kind of pain I love. Itd be a shame if I didnt apologize, wouldnt it? Ah, so sorry. Going out of your way not to say it so I dont worry about you. All we took with us that day, all well carry with us tomorrow. Because were never gonna get our turn. Softly closing your eyes like you understand just so you dont have to see what you dont want to. Out of all the rumors we dont need, which ones are new today? Friends standing face to face dont tell lies. They burn in your body like a heart red with irritation. Does it really give you hope, this thing we call reality? We live for each other, can you hear me starting to scream? Because we cant play it safe or sound anymore, and we dont have a place to go home to. Youre always thanking me for being kind. Thats why I want to get stronger. Ill take on both friends and enemies if it helps me move forward. Ive been thinking on what we do to open the next door. We cant retrace our steps anymore. The storys already begun. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. What, you dont got enough life left to wipe these feelings out? To try to make right the things you left undone. Lets go one more time. We live for each other, can you hear me starting to scream? Because we cant play it safe or sound anymore, and we dont have a place to go home to. Youre always thanking me for being kind. Thats why I want to get stronger. Just like old times. This is the kind of pain I love.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 18:21:37 +0000
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