You should be counting your blessings from the cradle to the grave. It is not that I am all alone, it's that there's nothing to say.
Fear and closure, can't go hand in hand.
Lust and leasure, never have a plan.
Time worth saving, the line we draw is fine, free to follow but never change your mind. But, don't make me act like we've been here before, there's nothing left of our lie.
Sever the bind that holds you down, it doesn't comfort you in the end.
Pain and sorrow... Now that goes hand in hand.
The hate we borrow was stolen from the plan. Nothing venture, nothing gained; its time to let go and sever the pain.
