eveytime i try to make my road straight
theres always someone to make path awry
like a massacare under a blue sky
a passion of crime within people's eyes
I'm alone in the dark, on my quiet room
Thinking 'bout the thing that gone by in a bloom
Spending all my life with lots of expectations
Like a balloon in the air, without a destinantion.
You make feel secured lying in your arms
Telling me stories that always rhymes
I'ts funny how we two have been together
Because were too different like oil and water
I know that you want me to feel the pain,
You want me to bleed cause you know that I have'nt,
but I'm beggin you now, please stop it!
The pain is too much, and I can't handle it..