U think our love will bond us, u think our love is...

I dnt care bout the name its the person who u...
and i like tht person...

I miss you a little, a little to much,
a little to frequent, a little to hard...

Why do we use lies,
we use them to crawl and hide...

Is this the end of all we know,
Wat things here lie for us to show...

I remember when i asked you out
my fingers trembling on the keys...

Put down that blade
and show me your love...