Soppy love one
The closest i could get to a love song
Im not as smart as i thought
trapped you in my mental war
You live for an honest death
And i just love making a mess
Tried to be strong
Left me shell
New ways of hiding
Its Too late to meet you again
Spilling out my guts
To tie loose ends
That dont fit into place
A fabricated waste
And now its falling apart
To early to say goodbye
In the end just a waste of time
Chasing empty dreams
I projected before you could speak
I know
I know your troubled enough
I couldnt be your bad luck