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Verse 1 the photographs aren't content growing wrinkled and old pages torn and corners fold just like i am not content writing poems not to send praying for the end i'll hold my breath please make it slow, you know i deserve it with my last six bleeding words i breathe, break my heart don't hurt it. Chorus if life was like a movie maybe we could go down together hand in hand camera's rolling forever but this is no story ending, and i'm no casanova there's no prize for admitting we let emotion take over Verse 2 Scrap books kept and lost, they were tossed aside like sunday nights memories bleed away, like romance novels and day time dramas i'll hold my breath please make it slow, you know i deserve it with my last six bleeding words i breathe, break my heart don't hurt it Chorus Bridge i will always remember that night, we layed and counted down the sunlight in your yard underneath the stars, watching the silence in eachothers eyes From Letras Mania