My words can't express the pain that I'll fight
To keep myself from losing you
I'll spend my time up all night
Reading letters of when we were better
White lies that promise I will be stronger
Stereotypes for all the lonely writers
Don't stress the times we have aren't bad
What a mess but you're mine and it's what we have
Things have been getting worse for me
It's strange I still do things for you that you'll never see
To her I'm seen as a reoccuring theme
That ends badly every time we meet
White lies that promise I will be stronger
Stereotypes for all the lonely writers
Don't stress the times we have aren't bad
What a mess but you're mine and it's what we have
Is there a time that we expire from each other
Given what's left
We shouldn't forget
So let's just face it together
Don't stress the times we have aren't bad
What a mess but you're mine and it's what we have
Don't stress the times we have aren't bad
What a mess but you're mine and it's what we have