7 March 2008
now my tears join the rain
trying to understand
I want your best
but my thoughts just keep on hurting me
And it's all too familiar
And it happens all the time.
All the cards begin to stack up,
Twisting heartache into fine
Little pieces that avoid an awful crime,
But it's you I can't deny.
I'm sober like a Sunday morning mass.
Liars are lying to themselves.
I'M LOST or I'm losing everything
I'm wasted. I can't keep the night from falling down.
Don't recreate the scene,
or reinven
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