Is it sad when the people who gave you the best memories, become a memory?

I understand that you can’t explain so I shan’t trouble you to even try. Cause sometimes, what we’re looking for comes when we’re not looking at all. Bloodied fists and broken glass – my hate and rage will clash at last

We can’t choose what stays or what fades away

Perhaps the rain is a chance for the lonely to be touched

My heart and mind is torn, within my soul I face the harshest storms

Perhaps the rain is a chance for the lonely to be touched

I was tired of saying sorry, so I figured I’d just say goodbye

Discovered that I question myself more than before and I’ve got the deepest shades of blue

And in the furthest reaches of my consciousness, there’s a flame that flares and burns at the edges. And it’s dancing back and forth as it slowly screams upon my skin. Scar me with you tenderness – burn away!

So if I died tomorrow, what’d be the one thing that you need me to know?

When we don’t know who to hate, we turn and hate ourselves instead

So if I died tomorrow, what’d be the one thing that you need me to know?

And when my spring arrives, the flowers conceived are all yours to take

There’re all yours to take

We can’t choose what stays or what fades away

Perhaps the rain is a chance for the lonely to be touched

My heart and mind is torn, within my soul I face the harshest storms

Perhaps the rain is a chance for the lonely to be touched

You are terrifying and strange, and beautiful – and it’s something not everyone knows how to love

And when I pause to take in every inch of this view, I’m terrified when I quiver at thoughts of you. Like a man that waits in tender lunacy, for the answers that reside in nowhere else but only his dreams

I know what giving up feels like, I wanna see what happens if I don’t

Cause when the world comes caving in, I’m confused to what I think I should do

I know what giving up feels like, I wanna see what happens if I don’t

Cause when the world comes caving in, I wanna know what happens if I don’t

And in the land of the heartless, the unloved is king. I wear my heart on my sleeve for the man in the mirror to stop and see