Sunday, October 30, 2011

Book Of Stories

Your perfect photographs on the wall
And if I know you you're okay
I don't wanna dance anymore
I don't wanna sing anymore
I don't wanna dance anymore we used to sing

I thought I'd be okay til I hit that floor
I thought I'd be fine til I needed more
I thought I'd be okay til I hit that floor
Oh, I need more I need more I need more

I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting harder, instead it's getting harder
I thought my life would get easier,
Instead it's getting darker, instead it's getting colder...
Without you

My life's a book of short stories,
And we wrote a new one everyday

I don't understand anymore
You don't love me anymore
I don't understand anymore and I can't think

I thought I'd be okay til I hit that floor
I thought I'd be fine til I needed more
I thought I'd be okay til I hit that floor
Oh, I need more I need more I need more

I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting harder, instead it's getting harder
I thought my life would get easier,
Instead it's getting darker, instead it's getting colder...
Without you

Why can't I let you go?
Why can't I let you go?
Hate you I wanted to hate you
I wanted to hate you
I wanted to hate you
Hate you I wanted to hate you
I wanted to hate you
I wanted to hate you

I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting harder, instead it's getting harder
I thought my life would get easier,
Instead it's getting darker, instead it's getting colder...
Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you

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