i knew on the day what'd happen by night my thoughts of you just couldn't fight their lack of reassurance but if i'm honest with myself they never could
shadowed by the thought of it turning good i made myself believe it would if only miracles were ture then i'd finally get my wish i'd be with you
what would you do if it fades away and you're grasping at the edges? and the more you pull, the more it frays til you're left
it's taken me this long just to find the most chaotic peace of mind i've worked long and hard to keep it going strong it never could
what would you do if it fades away and you're grasping at the edges? and the more you pull, the more it frays 'til you're left...and they're right
