You say your body is a canvas then so is mine. I'll carve a heart on my chest so then i know it will exist. The spectrum of the pain is nothing, when loves hurts in more then one way. And baby you're killing me. All this **** you play is getting farther and farther away from what you really want to say.
So breathe deeply and scream. That our love was never alive, it was just a disgrace of life. Admit that we both can't be happy, when shallow graves never fill in, they just stay empty. Yet our cabinets are filled with poisonous memories. I'll carve a heart on my chest so then i know it will exist after this. The spectrum of the pain is nothing, when loves hurts in more then one way. And baby you're killing me.
Tortured eyes read across the mirrors of time. Crumbled thoughts in the trash from the tears i bought. A scattered remanence of love that i fought for but lost. Its hard to see myself after this when you payed the ultimate cost. Now who iam suppose to walk with down that empty lane, when these marks were for your pain. I don't have a heart without your pain.