Won't you please go away?
it's the anger. that's your first sign of danger. Start runnin, trouble's comin. We move this progression onto depression, a cruel confession from a dramatic procession.
Her face haunts me. It smiles and loves me, it taunts me. And that confession of which I had spoken, I sweat when I dream, sometimes I can't breathe and I wake up choking.
I feel hollow, like an angel who tossed his halo to borrow time for tomorrow.
It was all too surreal, I said 'hello' as she told me goodbye.
One final breath. That's all I need, one last bit of freedom before I find my peace.
Her face haunts me. It smiles and loves me, it taunts me. And that confession of which I had spoken, I sweat when I dream, sometimes I can't breathe and I wake up choking.
I feel hollow, like an angel who tossed his halo to borrow time for tomorrow.
It was all too surreal, I said 'hello' as she told me goodbye.
One final breath. That's all I need, one last bit of freedom before I find my peace.