This life. This never ending quest. A feeling never shook. (We're slow when we run the race, just to run right back with its intent. The knife is
Revolving doors are going out of style. Time may change me but this place will not change me. Being reluctant to throw my support into the idea of
This isn't what I haven't done tonight. I've wasted every single day. We've fallen. I can't be saved. We're nothing under your wave. Forever we're
Breathe for me softly. It parts its way through the thickest of walls. The mirror reflects tonight and I still wish you the worst. This is so bad.
Let's take back what's ours. Stabbed in the back, True to the grave. Take my hand in yours. Bleeding hearts, we're not alone. Stabbed in the back.
