My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards
You try your hardest to perfect your explanations
You lie until
The question asked in order
To save her life or take
Telling Layla's story spoken
'Bout how all her bones are broken
Hammers
I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my
I'm sorry, I don't mean to remember
It's true that I
Sick of circling the same road
Sick of bearing the guilt
So
Here I stand, empty hands
Wishing my wrists were bleeding
To stop
All your twisted thoughts free flow
To everlasting memories, show soul
Kiss
Sometimes life seems too quiet into paralyzing silence
Like the moon
Sometimes I'm a selfish fake
You're always a true friend
And I