These shattered hearts, laying in peices. They need the comfortability, or the uncertanty, with there loosely tied lives. There's nothing certain about there lives, for there tragedy has left them dead all along, Their dials are set all wrong. So now they sing their song, their sad song, with the dead as there courus.
Now she says shes broken, while he feels outspoken. Left with only a trigger and a set of tattered dreams.
they seek apathy, run away from reality. No heavy dose of common sense. No heavy dose of common sense.
they always knew this would end.
For they find it hard to find sense in living, day by day, tear by tear, never pray. For no celetial being could handle this mess.
We pick up the blood and the bullets without a trigger to pull it, there broken hearts find no escape. Oh, there broken heart's find no escape.
He simply says "I love you." Oh she says "I want you."
They both scream. "I need you."
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~Nya~
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