Mar 31, 2005 00:29
How we were, how it is, how this started, how it ends.
Can you give me a little hope?
Will you save me, before I choke?
How you look at me, when you're around,
makes me think I deserve to drown.
Will it take much longer?
How much will it hurt?
I can't take the pain, the ache, I've put in so much work.
The chase is better than the kill.
Am I already an empty thrill?
Have you already had your fill?
Where we are, here and now, I stand firm as I let this out.
One, Two, Three, I'm really in love.
THree, Two, One, I'm really blind.