Woorden: Senses Fail. Still Searching. Every Day Is A Struggle.

I was the chapstick in your purse, to keep you smooth.
I was the finger in your throat, to keep you cute.
My liver hates you for walking out on us.
My kidney?s drowning in a pool of a long lost love.

I stole your perfume to spray in my room,
You will always be here.

So Much for the past year,
I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from,
Your Eyes, Oh Your Eyes.
I?m burning out my bedside,
And I?m rotting out my insides slowly.

I was the hand that held your hair back from your face.
Now I must forget the way you taste.

I stole your perfume to spray in my room,
You will always be here.

So Much for the past year,
I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from,
Your Eyes, Oh Your Eyes.
I?m burning out my bedside,
And I?m rotting out my insides slowly.

I love you so damn much; I?ll even start to pray.
I?ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you?ll stay.
[Repeat]

So Much for the past year,
I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from,
Your Eyes, Oh Your Eyes.
I?m burning out my bedside,
And I?m rotting out my insides,
I?m burning out my bedside,
And I?m rotting out my insides.

I love you so much, I started praying.
I love you so much that I stated praying.
[Repeat]