So many times the words weren’t there.
I tried to tell you before but it seemed like you didn’t care.
This cool air buried deep in your stare.. now I know
It isn’t that your soul has grown cold
Its that you’ve battled and fought alone
As have I, let me be the one to carry the burdens from your mind
Tell the world your beautiful and offer genuine insight
So many times I wondered if I was to blame..
Why do two souls dancing around the issue make it sound like a game?
Maybe thats one thing one day well learn but today well mask the burn
With sweet honey kisses, prolonged and ever lasting visits, addicted like poison in syringes… I think I’m beginning to feel it
If I told you there was no one else
Its because while the ghosts roam
Colorless , bland, silver and chrome
you’ve become all that I know