You are the cure, Heartbroken, aren't you?
Well I'm the disease that lonely can't describe at all.
Your pallor hidden by the arms that hold you.
And you'll give yourself tonight...
I hope you find someone who treats you right
I've become familiar with the taste
I've become familiar with the way my heart breaks!
Its like watching you walk the aisle,
But I'm the roses on the ground, that you step on.
And I cant understand,
How I'm the black and your the dawn,
That i've stepped on.
You look so pretty in your white dress.
The way you look him in the eyes' never second best...
If I can only be your pathway to him, then,
I'll give myself tonight,
And hope that he's someone, who treats you right!
I've become familiar with the taste.
I've become familiar with the way my heart breaks!
It makes the cities colder and,
My heart is growing old, its scared to death,
That you would lie to me about, everything you said.
And I'm hoping I can keep you,
But you know I cant defeat you
I'll be here always...
Put my roses on my grave
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