| blood stained sheets
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| what have I gotten myself into this time
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| I close my eyes and I believe you
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| if i should die i’ll never leave you
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| I wish that I could walk away
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| guilt rests in my hands
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| I know that it is for the better
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| I never said that i’d compromise
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| between fact or fiction
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| there’s so much better out there
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| than you and me I could end this in seconds
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| I know it but I don’t dare
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| another sentence this all could be over
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| your words are like weapons why can’t you protect me blood stained sheets
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| what have I gotten myself into this time
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| I close my eyes and I believe you
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| if i should die i’ll never leave you
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| I wish that you would walk away
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| red still lines your hands
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| I know that it’s still for the better
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| I never said that i’d stand aside
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| between you and the door
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| there’s nothing better out there
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| than you and me another sentence this all could be over
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| your words are like weapons why can’t you protect me blood stained sheets
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| what have I gotten myself into this time
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| I close my eyes and I believe you
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| if i should die i’ll never leave you
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| blood stained sheets
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| it didn’t matter when I was calling out your name
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| I felt the wound grow ever slowly
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| closer than you’d ever hold me its a work of art
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| the way this fell apart
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| was the design too faded from the start
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| or was the artist just too blinded by this
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| no its common sense I lack the confidence
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| still i’ll confess all these things to you, to you
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| take a look at yourself
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| and tell me what do you see
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| i’d take a bullet for you
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| you’d put a bullet through me and as I lay on the floor
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| with this hole in my chest
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| can you walk from the truth
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| with all that blood on your dress
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| and everything that you want
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| is everything that I need
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| I would have gave it to you
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| but you’d have take it from me and every word that you said
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| it brought me closer to sin
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| I close my eyes and pretend its all fading
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| another sentence this all could be over
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| your words are like weapons why can’t you protect me blood stained sheets
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| what have I gotten myself into this time
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| I close my eyes and I believe you
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| if i should die i’ll never leave you
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| blood stained sheets
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| it didn’t matter when I was calling out your name
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| I felt the wound grow ever slowly |