taken back to a day when eyes said so much more than hollow words screamed.
sometimes these stares left scars.
and now our thoughts collide.
at 2am our lips spark fire to the horizon.
bathe these streets in gasoline, well dress this city in flames.
words are worthless when looks can betray us.
lives are broken when romance dies...
sleep with photographic memories, they lay deceased.
and now all i have is this gallery of faded pictures...
in the crimson daylight and the garden of grey roses is sti will there...
and they smell so sweet.
words are worthless when looks can betray us.
lives are broken when romance dies... they hide knives in their smiles.
fake apathy to avoid a broken heart.
so i will write this story one last time.
these pages are worn some empty inside.
but i speak my heart, i gi have my word, and all i ask is for nothing in return.
just take me for what imworth,
take me for what you see, cause i can not li have without you.
you mean everything to me.
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