Из альбома: The Fiction We Live

So I'm sorry, as two hands open doors
Something serene to steal my life away
Climbing on the way up, sizing up the competition,
Waiting for the right time,
To strike a chord and change your life
Don't you ever think
For one second that
I will forget the
Reasons that I cried
You are no more potent
Than words that choke me
I sit and ask you
Two words
But this is not a product,
And we're not in a competition,
Waiting for the right time,
To strike a chord and change your life
Regret's how I spell your name
In light of what you have done
How can you not feel the same?
My love will fade with the sun
As days go by, shed a tear
I hate your face more than life
I'll fake a smile for (you) my dear
So turn away,
Climbing on the way up,
Sizing up the competition,
Waiting for the right time,
To strike a chord and change your life

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