When Shotguns Take Over The Jealous

This Is What Happens When I'm Stabbed To Death By Sporks
How many more nights till this is done and over These lonely eyes need some sleep Couldn't I have been given one more four leaf clover? Or another bottle to heal this broken heart So maybe I had to take it back Maybe it wasn't so bad after all I've always wanted to see what I lack I couldn't've lived like that forever The war between my head and heart was a suffocation The drugs couldn't help cure, however Nothing would have let these lungs breathe again There was just no way I could win Of course the bad guy always loses You never see the super hero with the bruises So maybe when I figure out the good from the bad The blue from the black, the stars from the sky the love's from the you's, the mad's from the sad's Maybe then, I'll confess my love just one last time And start that long walk from the door So I can fall apart without your understanding Let's just hope for a down pour From Letras Mania