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