\I put my love in the ground before I ever met my love and I've convinced
myself that nothing on this earth will ever be enough." So when the petals fall
upon your chest and the earth makes do of what is left, tell me all your fears
were worth being kept. Tell me this is what de nes you, tell me this is what
makes you who you are. No one's going to save us, we are all we have. No one's
going to  nd us lying sleepless in our beds. We'll never get back the time we've
wasted hating ourselves and always wanting more. [bad word] what once was, [bad word] 
what will be. If I'm su ering now, it's only because I've been focusing on these
things. I'm caught somewhere between where I once was and where I've always
wanted to be.
\Love is just a picture that we hang in admiration, abstract and up for anyones
interpretation. For me it's always been black and white, the silhouette of a
 gure lying on it's side. It's been so long since I've seen color in my life." But
it goes on with or without us. We're young, we've only just begun, but we're
giving up because we've been waiting so long and still nothing [bad word]  We
separate ourselves with all that we think and feel. They're gathering 
owers for
us, a wreath for our despair.