The Day the Music Died

Never thought the world was going to end Always knew I'd come across your face again Still healing broken hearts and holding broken bones Singing 'Taps' off-key and breaking quiet phones You don't know what you've fucking got until you're left all alone See the strain in my bloodshot eyes I'm a hollow box, empty as your fucking lies And I know I can't fucking live Because the price that I pay will be the love that I give Nothing hurts like that look in your eyes Fuck the day I thought love was more than a lie I only die every fucking day Sit alone count the 'no's' of the yesterdays Those seven days sure made me weak And when I'm dead and gone I can't go on No, I can't go fucking on No All I want in these dying days Is a breath of fresh air, and some sanity But nothings ever good enough, so I'll take a sad song sure enough The feeling I'm feeling is a feeling you've felt for far too long The feeling I'm feeling is a feeling You've felt for far too fucking long