just gonna stand there and hear me cry? well, that is alright because I love the way you lie
I can’t tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like and right now there’s a steel knife in my windpipe. I can’t breathe but I fight while I still can fight, as long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in a fight.
‘cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over, it’s a different day,
sound like broken records playing over.



