So many chances
to make this work out fine
nothings ever perfect
yet we were toeing close to the line
our dreams are crashing down
First times a charm,
Second pure misery
Third the last chance in history
Please do not look into my eyes , I am not ready for this fight
Do not tell me it's alright , I just need a reason to cry tonight
Hand on the trigger , all I needed to hear
I hate you baby , I hate you my dear
Cause this strain for perfection , I cannot take
It's what keeps me up at night
Your fight calms me , your blood makes it alright
Ripping out your heart , I only feel pity
Cause those three words could save you
But your too sweet to admit it
Maybe I'm crazy , maybe I'm right
I love you baby
But I cannot sleep without your blood on my hands tonight
You cannot come back
thinking things are the same as before
cannot have you thinking
a happy endings always in store
I might be breaking
but your whose in for the ride
One scream and the pain will stop
just a whisper of loathing
and I'm yours , no lie
I'm not perfect , can you see that now
first times a charm
Second pure misery
Third the last chance in history
Let's hear this scream before it is too late
The gun is in my hands , do not make me wait
I need you to see love in imperfection
