This pressure is too much to take. Every bend reaches a break, but that's a sore subject. its time to get your head checked. you can't keep dwelling
it takes two to fall in love but only one has to pull the plug and then your left alone just like that........... an open space on my wall where your
You've set me right tonight I'll find myself somewhere outside the lines but now everywhere seems like nowhere since that day I heard you say "I think
so put your car in drive and just drive away from here your tears are soaked on my shoulder and your lipstick is dried in my ear three lonely winding
so say goodbye today. you will never have to feel alone. and take everything from me. I'll never have to feel alone. so lets end these conversations
place where we spent our younger days just the two of us fishing out all our dreams Its a metaphor, for you and me Its tried to ignore, but its plain
I feel deserted in her eyes like I'm floating in red seas set your sails, catch a breeze Under early morning sky's she drives far away from me set your
and thoughts of you have turned into, maybe nothing of the kind I feel I've wasted so much emotion, words, and time....... now its plain to see that you
summer nights are growing cold august goodbyes are getting close so lets leave all of the windows open tonight leave us no choice but to cuddle close
And there's villians in their closets and theives beneath their beds And business men in mirrors with guns against their heads Stepstools beneath their
I turn the pages on the story of my life its been by far the worst chapter I could imagine me to write about a promise for forever, broken then put back
did you ever wish you saved all the lessons that you gave I'd give them all to you did you ever hope our eyes could be spared of all your lies well I
somewhere beyond these unforgettable days we can find it in ourselves to live our lives again your misplaced in time, authoring your tragedy but your
september, autumn skies are closing in and the mistake your reality at best has left you broken with wounds that re-open on every brink of sleep and
It's tuesday morning and there is nothing I'd rather do Traffic Jams and Train Cars just to get to you maybe we would walk around just showing me your
Its 6AM, open roads and open skies under this wyoming sunrise a close encounter with the emptiness and nothingness 21 years out on the run from our small
This puzzled look you stare to me says "You put me back together" Her head's down, she waits impatiently Scattered in my heart, torn up and ripped apart