Irony Its raining in the middle of a drought Laying in bed though the night is gone

You told me you loved me and that you really meant it you wrote down my number and said you won’t forget it but now

Forgiveness is all I ask from you and from myself big mistakes are my forté but they keep happening, day by da… This life is a wasteland

I sit here and lose myself in the thoughts of years ago In the images that pass Of a once so happy home And I am still connected

And weve blown through these life shaking extremities disillusioned from right and wrong once again, another empty song I want you to feel the way I feel

ancient towns with all new people destruction, at its best my regard for the human race has never been less the ignorance, selfishness,

Ive broke it, its broken, I’ve taken a life This love, all your love,

I really like the way you talk The way you call my name I really like the way you walk The way it’s not a game I really like your smile

I could whisper all my secrets Write them down in the darkest ink I could tell you all the stories that had my heart shrink I could listen to you breathing

You tell me you love me falling for you every time Im sick of writing love songs but when you come to mind Its an automatic reaction

I’m done with you sick of all your lies I love you but I dont need you I can live without you

There ain’t no place like here where your heart won’t fall there’s no other feeling like fear you can’t control at all when the hours are dead

Every year I get older the weather grows colder and the rose starts to fade and everything is grey As I look to a new day

white whitening solid solitude walls