to suffer for love and try to forgive the awfulness that follows from it   when the sirens of doubt still sounding off loud   send warnings out to the panicking crowd   who will run to their homes and bury themselves    in a frozen life that no summer can melt   where they live way too long and they never forget    the tortured face of the one who gets left.      we could tell   we got home   and it can't ever be the same   and it won't ever be the same   so we try to focus on those few bright moments.      but as for me, i guess i'm different.   i never felt that need to live.   these tangled veins constrict to hold   the fears flow through them.   useless pride just leaves me nervous.   i got all this time but still no purpose for anything.      'cause he could've stayed, but he didn't want to.   i never said i'd die for love.   i never said i'd die for love.   i never said i'd die for love   but i would.      this ruthless day slowly repeating   so stagnant truth can lose its meaning after a while   if there's nothing left to keep ya breathing.      restless bed keeps me reacting   to turn it off seems so attracting.   just disappear.   because i tried to stay, but i couldn't help him.      we could   we got home   and it would never be the same   it can never be the same.   and we it call it progress, such perfect moments   and __ tonight   drown my confidence   but do not sit here waiting for the years to swallow us.   i'll just go.