<I got this name I cut from glass
I cut too deep and cut too fast
Now I
belong with you all bored on the inside
And oh I know I cut you deep
I
close my eyes and watch you bleed
Now I belong with you all border line

And that’s why
I, don’t have much need for photographs
Because I, hate
everything [bad word] to pass

And how I love to watch you sleep
I close
my eyes and watch you dream
Now I belong with you all borderline crazy,

Maybe that’s why

I, don’t have much need for photographs
Because I,
hate everything that doesn’t last

Alone in the middle of every room
Alone in crowds, and alone with you
Im afraid, deeply afraid.
What If I had more than just words
And I just gave it all to you
Would you tell me
Im the one
Im the only one

All my life, I ran away
But not this time, I’m not afriad
Of anything, or anyone
Are you with me?

Cause I, don’t have much need for photographs
Because I, built bridges that where meant to last>