3 acessos
I'll find love on my own, in every city and every story i read
And what was left was only a piece of what was once contained;
I have the wounds to prove it
It started out like a movie (a terrible script)
The actors were lit and now we're stuck here stranded
To fight against our own lives,
Entangled in alibis again
Bankrupt in my own mind
And what was left was only a piece of what was once contained,
I have the wounds to prove it
I'd bend over backwards for you,
But this isn't the first time you've broken my spine
One last try, this place has become an easel
To the devils canvas, can we make it out with our hands intact?
I've taken my time(this won't end well)
And forgotten your point(she's terribly ill)
So let's pretend(her will is shot)
This never happened (she won't wait for me anymore)
And i was happy once, but i can't seem to remember it
And that seems to be
The saddest part of all.