graffiti tattooed on the walls of my mind, I'm thinking about the better days, when we fit together in every way, but these days it seems that feeling's
And I can show you what it means to yearn, this feeling's nothing new. It seems that this time, maybe karma's finally coming to collect it's due.
It's come to be that time of year when the leaves have fallen and the trees are bare, and your lungs begin to breathe in cold air. Now, you sit idle
behind their friends and ties. And it's all because of one man... it's all from that villain. He's forced us from our homes, and he's torn our flesh
too young to feel this numb, to know that everything I'm working for is a lie. We once were kings of this scene, carelessly living out a dream. We lived
furniture. You all call me crazy for living the way that I do, and for trying to attempt the impossible. Well, I call you blind. Because I always dreamed
t take any more of this, I don't have enough fingers to count the scars that line your wrists. It's time to heal, it's time for hope, it's time to wake
Let's play pretend. Think of all your memories, the people who lived them, and you can relive them again. Then take back all those words you said that
the first. Still, time after time, this always hurts, it's like a pain so sharp it tears right through my shirt. I've become obsessed with loving it all, because it's
paralyze me here, under the guided light of the stars, blinking like tiny fireflies. I know this isn't love, but it sounds better than spending the night alone. It's