i’ve spent so much time throwing rocks at your window
that i never even knocked on the front door
ooh...
ooh...
ooh...
i walk by statues never even made one chip
but if i could leave a mark on the monument of the heart
i just might lay myself down for a little more than i had the last day
the last day
the last day
oooh..
wait a time to spare these lies we tell ourselves
these days have come and gone
but this time is sweeter than honey
(bkz: evanescence)
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