I spoke with my tongue tied but i know i've really tried.
The day before those dreaded goodbyes and kisses concealing the night,
I lie in bed motionless
Hoping somehow my life will be alright.
So what happens once you lose control when the future has to start?
What happens when you're still in love but time rips you apart.
Is there ever an answer?
For when love is not enough and the world must move on
Who decided that I'd be that tough.
'Im fine' no longer befriends me and it's coming down to nothing more than apathy.
It's breaking my heart, oh hell yeah.