The tide is always crashing, and things are never
the same underneath. only the waves stay
consistent. so lets put this behind us. we know
things arent the same. hope plays a decietful role
in this scharade we call love. did i win. does
anyone win? my lips longing for your touch. like a
desert in summer. dry and desolate. another lost
soul barried beneath this mound of regret. how can
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/C69R ]i take this back. if i did would you take me back.
the moonlight reflects the image of a dream that
is long over. revive me, this cold is taking over.
hope plays a decietful role in this scharade we
call love. did i win. does anyone win? my lips
longing for touch, longing for your touch. fuck
you. who said this is a game?my lips longing for
your touch.like a desert in summer. dry and
desolate. another lost soul barried beneath this
mound of regret.