Wasted,
Washed down and alone again we take,
THE PAPER TO THE PEN,
Keeping distance in ourhearts,
erasing thoughts from here to shore,
while sand gets in
MY PAPER CUTS AGAIN.
Tears fell down our faces,
As our hearts were swept of innocence,
And you played your dirty tricks,
WITH A THOUSAND HEARTS MADE FROM GLASS
Each one shattered at the touch.
choke on,
These things that make you cry,
If your lips are smooth I'll look to your eyes,
Line us upagainst this wall
(GUN US DOWN)
And watch the fear carry us away.
Tears fell down Our faces,
As our hearts were swept of innocence,
And you played your dirty tricks,
WITH A THOUSAND HEARTS MADE FROM GLASS,
Each one shattered at the touch. X2
At the touch...
with a thousand hearts.....