the horizon goes dark the storm comes in its rains washes the dirt but the grime remains behind your smile you lie don't ask me what i think of you you wont get the answer you desire i can't be your gentleman
where are they you know the ones with smiles so tight it causes their face to crack the pretty-evil while others walk the razors edge they've dulled it
look at me look me in they eyes i am not your savior you've confused our friendship for something much more than what i can provide and for that i am truly sorry