Post by Broken hope on Feb 10, 2005 20:55:56 GMT -5
This is the last time.
This moment is the crime.
Memories left behind.
Answers we'll never find.
Someday, we will meet again.
One day, this isn't the end.
Love lasts, but will it change.
When we meet, will it be the same?
I don't think i can take this again.
Another broken heart ending with a friend.
Why did this turn into another broken fairy tale.
Maybe answers will come with this letter in the mail.
I really can't say that i'm better today.
I may say these words, but they are just things i say.
Tomorrow is just another darker day.
Where i put on a show and i finally pay.
Everythings fine and everythings perfect.
The love you have, i didn't deserve it.
The clothes i wear, the long sleeve shirts.
Cover the scars and how much this hurts.
So i strum my guitar and sing our song.
Thinking about the nights we got along.
The bandage is dark, stained with red.
I'll sing our song until i end up dead.
Maybe these answers will come so clear.
Maybe its everything we wanted to hear.
I still love you and i still miss you so.
But there answers that we'll never know.
Tonight I hit the guitar and broke all the strings.
In the end it all came down to one thing.
This shirt is stained red.
And this is the end.
This moment is the crime.
Memories left behind.
Answers we'll never find.
Someday, we will meet again.
One day, this isn't the end.
Love lasts, but will it change.
When we meet, will it be the same?
I don't think i can take this again.
Another broken heart ending with a friend.
Why did this turn into another broken fairy tale.
Maybe answers will come with this letter in the mail.
I really can't say that i'm better today.
I may say these words, but they are just things i say.
Tomorrow is just another darker day.
Where i put on a show and i finally pay.
Everythings fine and everythings perfect.
The love you have, i didn't deserve it.
The clothes i wear, the long sleeve shirts.
Cover the scars and how much this hurts.
So i strum my guitar and sing our song.
Thinking about the nights we got along.
The bandage is dark, stained with red.
I'll sing our song until i end up dead.
Maybe these answers will come so clear.
Maybe its everything we wanted to hear.
I still love you and i still miss you so.
But there answers that we'll never know.
Tonight I hit the guitar and broke all the strings.
In the end it all came down to one thing.
This shirt is stained red.
And this is the end.
