It was all simple words, playful at best, so the story starts...   Who am I to say she's missing out on anything worth effort these days?   She lays in an empty room unconscious as the day passes her by (that's not all)    Right away we fell into eachother head first, not even  The shallow sign could stop our souls the way we hit.  Now it's up to us to keep this strong    Little did we know it's planted, something that would tear us apart    My hands fall all over you, not one moment goes to waste  The room turns to fire  I wont let go    The miles start to hurt  The days begin to kill  It's all in your eyes  It's the smell of your smoke perfume  Soon love turns to lust then back to. nothing    It was all simple words playful at best, so the story ends      I felt the world in you the way you made time change  You got away with murder  This is not with just raw emotion  From the hands of a manRela