with bloodshot eyes, i watch you sleeping the warmth i feel beside is slowly fading would she hear me, if i called her name would she hold me, if she knew my shame
theres always something different going wrong the path i walk is in the wrong direction theres always someone fucking hanging can anybody help me make things better
your tears don't fall, they crash around me her conscience calls the guilty to come home your tears don't fall, they crash around me her conscience calls the guilty to come home