Letras:Laymen Terms. An Introduction. Cutting Onions In Am.

lying in my bed awake, thinking of this pain you create. all those voices i hear, i scream for my silence to stay. you're growing away from me i'm trying to make you see that we, were never meant to be, to die for. i'm driving by your house 6 in the morning with nothing to think more than you're to die for, 24 hours of obsession with your picture on my wall. replacing you with sunny days, still won't make these grey clouds break. all these sites i see wishing your beauty would fucking fade away. anna, no one's ever taken so much from me, and left me with nothing. it's time, to move on with our lives, just know i'll be drowning in these rivers cried, over you and these bends straightened forever