Woorden: Dream Torn Apart. Demo. Late Nights Seem Less Friendly.

This is what it comes down to, there's nothing left to grasp or hold on with. Flying down to your house and wishing it was me lying down next to the place you hold your heart.
No more late night conversations (You took it all away) Goodbye kisses (It's over).
Broke my heart. No more tears from these eyes. You left me dying alone from your scent, you left me here.
You flutter above the world, your beauty just like a butterfly's. Rest but one momement, a single Moment.
Passion and anger caught up in all these tears. Strenth and emotion leaving holes in once sturdy walls