The walking of separate paths
Mine for my feet...
I believed in you,
I trusted your eyes...
Alone and lonely
You used to be my life...
Rain pours down on the rooftop,
Like all the tears I cried that day...
Rubbing my temple,
I try to fight off the ongoing slaught of tears...
Her eyes remain glued to her scruffy shoes,
As she roams aimlessly around the streets of...
Your heart lies in my hands,
just waiting to be held...
Maybe I could try to erase us.
that day, you don't pull over...
All life is,is pain,
It is all plain...
More words to you, boy -
the cycle repeating...
It's raining so hard that it gets too
painful to hear 'em tap the roof...
Some days it is not hard to understand why some...
drink too often. Why they can't wait to get home...