- cifra
Sometimes all the moments
That we savored for the last
Get crushed between the good and bad
From pressures we have had
But you know I can't conceive the day
When feelings run too high
To work out all the stale terrain
Emotions try to hide
When I try
Lately I can't seem to
Color what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers turn from lust
Then I try
Try to smoke alone
These shattered ties with no compromise
Fall through the fragile hell
You see the drinks stay sipped
'Cause we've lost our grip
Too exhausted to rebel
I try
Lately I can't seem to
Color what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers turn from lust
Then I try
Then I try
Lately I can't seem to
Color what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers turn from lust
Lately I can't seem to
Color what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers when lovers turn from lust
Then I try
Try to smoke alone
