Save what you thought would be a chance. Who knows where you might be if she sees the blood on your hands.
Paint a picture of this scene in your brain; remember the way everything used to be.
I've been tearing out the pages and rewriting them to fit a more exact description of you. What exactly did you expect from me? I've seen to the core of you being, the world will know your false beauty.
What a surprise even the stars were distracted but I didn't see anything I was looking for. Seeing enough of this could kill me; where is my place if falsities are seen as real?
You are starting to take the blue right out from my eyes, I'm counting the days until I leave you behind. You're really not worth any of my time. You're image crumbles underneath the vision of a closer eye.
What a surprise even the stars were distracted but I didn't see anything I was looking for. Seeing enough of this could kill me; where is my place if falsities are seen as real?
Your image shatters like glass even more as I attempt to collect the debris; It seems the more I try the less thats there for me.
You always give up easy its sickening. Why can't you remember you have a chance? This all is missing the last puzzle piece, but nothing will change because if your dead inside, I can't do anything for you.
Save it, save what you thought would be a chance. Save it, save what you thought would be a chance. Save it, save what you thought would be a chance. Save it, save what you thought would be a chance.