May 2008
Warm yourself by the fire sonAnd the morning will come soonI'll tell you stories of a better timeAnd a place that we once knewBefore we packed our bags and left all thisBehind us in the dustWe had a p
No one knows what it’s like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes And no one knows what it’s like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams, they ar
Should I've seen this comingshould I've known thisshouldn't have let it happenmy mistake allrightstuck againdoing my thingtoo alike yet far apartWhat felt so good onceis breaking meand tearing us apar