By weekends end,
we ended weak and wounded
wondering why

Stand still,
Look pretty

Follow your dreams
wherever they may take you
and hope when you wake up.....everything is exactly like your dream.

If ignorance is bliss
Why aren't there more bad people?

Not talking to you
was like taking a voe of silence
You were my only voice

All alone your turning to dust
Your left to rot
Your name is slowly being forgot.
Your soul to me, has died.
You should have never lied

Your the one who is watching me walk away this time,
I am the one who isn't looking back.

This goodbye is going to stick to you like glue

I hate how when "I hate you"
I fall that much harder for you

Face to face
Eye to eye
Your still a lie