Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Love Bleed , by - September Stories. Song from the album Unopened Letter, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 28.01.2016
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Let Love Bleed |
| How could it end this way? |
| I thought I had done everything right. |
| I thought I had been what you needed |
| It makes it hard to believe when you let your infatuations destroy the hope |
| that we were built on |
| But darling, was it not to me that you claimed your love for? |
| And was it not to |
| me that you would have laid down your life for? |
| I can hardly envision a time when I felt as strongly as you have. |
| And I wish I could have the compassion that you showed for me. |
| All I wanted |
| was for you to be happy. |
| For us to have made something of this life that no one |
| thought that we could |
| Is giving in what you call happiness? |
| Letting our dreams to rot along with |
| everything that we had stood for |
| This isn’t how I wanted it to end. |
| I never meant to hurt the only one who |
| brought peace and acceptance into my life |
| I can’t promise you a life that, you’re going to love. |
| I can’t promise you a |
| life that you’ll even be proud of. |
| I’ve got enough stained memories to realize |
| the good from the bad, and I’ve got enough scars to know that you weren’t the |
| one causing them. |
| I know I’ve done you wrong, but I swear it’ll be different |
| this time |
| If past memories have taught me anything… It's the fact that people don’t |
| change… |
| You’ve kept your mind closed like it would bring some sort of comfort |
| Like shutting yourself off from the world around you would make you the person |
| you dreamed of being |
| But spending your nights door-to-door watching your innocence flee isn’t the |
| life that you had dreamed of |
| Waiting for the next numbing substance so that you get through another night |
| You’ve let the voices in your head ring out so long that they begin to become |
| the truth |
| If life is but a dream, how do we decipher what’s real and what lives in our |
| heads? |
| Chalking off a memory to something we thought we had wanted |
| Taking those 4 AM nights to remind you of a time when you felt purpose and |
| fulfillment, instead of what you call home |
| And I know that you had wanted more (Wanted more) |
| But I gave all that I had (All that I had) |