Never thought the world was going to end..
Always knew [bad word] across your face again.
Still healing broken hearts and holding broken bones..
Singing Taps off-key and breaking quiet phones...
You dont know what youve got until you*re left all alone.
See the strain in my bloodshot eyes?
I*m a hollow box, empty as your lies...
And i know i cant live,
because the price that i pay will be the love that i give.
Nothing hurts like that look in your eyes
 [bad word] the day i thought love was more than a lie
I only die every day
Sit alone count the no*s of the yesterdays..
Those seven days sure made me weak
and when im dead and gone(shed a tear, bless my memory)
but i cant go on...
All i want in these dying days is a breath of fresh air, and some sanity
But nothings ever good enough, so i*ll take a sad song sure enough..
The feeling I*m feeling is a feeling I*ve felt for far too long...
The feeling I*m feeling is a feeling I*ve fought for far too long.