Deal with disbelief.
Is it too late to tell you, everything that meant too much to me?
when something means that much, to kill it off, is probably the safest thing.
and now we sit awake, beside this town, questioning love's existence,
to the stars, without and answer, for the heart in need
Beyond the sunsets you might a little something you deserve,
but I'm so lost in life, i realise, that i won't have that turn.
I hope that you can see, what you left for me, and i hope you wont look back,
'cause with every other beat, even i can see, this heart isn't so bad.
And I found every other long lost dream, inside those glossed up magazines,
where "heart break" is so advertised, and there's still such things as love & lies.
so if your still awake and trying to breathe, remember all they said to please,
they smash this city and the sea away.
That the stories of the meant to be's, were never really meant for me,
and fairytales of pretty guys, were horror stories in disguise,
And a lover is a fatal myth, told by a broken kind of gift.
and sometimes I wish that I won't ever have to believe.
And wait for all your problems to blow over, straight over your head,
and photographs are old and frayed and lie, in frames beside your bed.
Oh, you don't know the happy people, who've been captured in that scene,
But for some reason, every night they seem, to follow you in your dreams.
Did you believe them then? Did you think love had made you safe?
When all it brings is pain, how can it ever pretend to be a grace.
being such a pessimist, i'm not suprised at this, but i still don't believe,
when love's not what i've felt, love's what i've dealt with, every time it screams.
when something means that much, to kill it off, is probably the safest thing.
and now we sit awake, beside this town, questioning love's existence,
to the stars, without and answer, for the heart in need
Beyond the sunsets you might a little something you deserve,
but I'm so lost in life, i realise, that i won't have that turn.
I hope that you can see, what you left for me, and i hope you wont look back,
'cause with every other beat, even i can see, this heart isn't so bad.
And I found every other long lost dream, inside those glossed up magazines,
where "heart break" is so advertised, and there's still such things as love & lies.
so if your still awake and trying to breathe, remember all they said to please,
they smash this city and the sea away.
That the stories of the meant to be's, were never really meant for me,
and fairytales of pretty guys, were horror stories in disguise,
And a lover is a fatal myth, told by a broken kind of gift.
and sometimes I wish that I won't ever have to believe.
And wait for all your problems to blow over, straight over your head,
and photographs are old and frayed and lie, in frames beside your bed.
Oh, you don't know the happy people, who've been captured in that scene,
But for some reason, every night they seem, to follow you in your dreams.
Did you believe them then? Did you think love had made you safe?
When all it brings is pain, how can it ever pretend to be a grace.
being such a pessimist, i'm not suprised at this, but i still don't believe,
when love's not what i've felt, love's what i've dealt with, every time it screams.