All the photographs are peelin’, the colors turned to gray,
these days, in his room with memories for days, he faced
an undertow of futures laid to waste, embraced
by the loss of one he could not replace
and there’s no reason that she’d pass,
and there is no God with a plan
it’s sad
and his loneliness is proof, it’s sad
he could only love you, it’s sad
the door swings to a passing fable
a fate we may delay, wits say
borrowed on, to live within our own way
he lit a match, he laid in bed
hoping their dreams would bring her back
it’s sad
and his loneliness is proof, it’s sad
he could only love you, it’s said
holding his last breath, believing
he’ll make his way, if she’s not forgotten
he’s haunted
he’s searchin’ for escape
If just one wish could bring her back
it’s sent
and his holiness is proof, it’s sent
he will always love you, it’s sad
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these days, in his room with memories for days, he faced
an undertow of futures laid to waste, embraced
by the loss of one he could not replace
and there’s no reason that she’d pass,
and there is no God with a plan
it’s sad
and his loneliness is proof, it’s sad
he could only love you, it’s sad
the door swings to a passing fable
a fate we may delay, wits say
borrowed on, to live within our own way
he lit a match, he laid in bed
hoping their dreams would bring her back
it’s sad
and his loneliness is proof, it’s sad
he could only love you, it’s said
holding his last breath, believing
he’ll make his way, if she’s not forgotten
he’s haunted
he’s searchin’ for escape
If just one wish could bring her back
it’s sent
and his holiness is proof, it’s sent
he will always love you, it’s sad