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Each new act that's pure |
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eclipsed by darker work. |
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The cracks that beg for rain. |
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Dust turns into dirt |
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and it stains my soul. |
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It's a song that keeps on playing on the radio. |
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Saying 'Baby no, please don't go'. |
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It's an echo of a lie I gave up years ago. |
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TV dinner tray, |
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red paint on white tile. |
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These triggers that I hate. |
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My baptism of fire |
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in a house that burnt down. |
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And now you have the nerve to wonder how I am. |
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Well my love is fierce and I let it show. |
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I cry when I'm alone and no one needs to know. |
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I cry for something that I never had. |
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Does that make me bad? |
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It's not rational to feel so sad. |
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I never wanted anyone like this |
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but you don't exist |
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Your my invention but the pain persists. |
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Singing 'Baby no, please don't go'. |
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It's an echo of a lie I gave up years ago. |
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My love is fierce and I let it show. |
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I cry when I'm alone and no one needs to know. |
