And we feel like rain, when the words all sound the same in the lifeless corners of this empty frame. Though we feel let down, by the same old autumn breathing, winter's curse is just around the bend. With our hands all tied, to the blades of their design
we are armed and ready to commit this crime. We love that game but we never play because we will lose and we wanna stay the way we are the way we've been for far too long. From the falsest smile to the fear of death is why the pain reminds us that we're still alive. With our hopes on hold, and our lack of interest exposed, all hands damage our determined eyes. But the lines are drawn, and the red begins to creep its way from boredom toward apathy. We love that game but we never play because we will lose and we wanna stay the way we are the way we've been for far too long. We love that game but we never play because we will lose and we wanna stay the way we are the way we've been for far too long. Say something finally we're alone. Alright is there anyone out there at all? Say something finally we're alone. How about a phone call now? We love that game but we never play because we will lose and we wanna stay the way we are the way we've been for far too long. We love that game but we never play because we will lose and we wanna stay the way we are the way we've been for far too long.
We love that game but we never play because we will lose and we wanna stay the way we are

And we feel like rain,
when the words all sound the same
as the curtain closes on another dAy }