Everything that you thought that you know about love is gone
You find out it's all been wrong
And all my scars don't seem to matter anymore
Cause they lead me here to you
each morning youd march your sisters like soldiers to school
cause lo and behold your father had drunk all the fuel
you were a low moon steady with wintry calm
somewhere inside the fire of your youth went dark
Kiss goodbye, to the poetic letters,
The symptoms оf being able to breathe, without a care!
Cushion the screaming, it's merely conversation
In regards to speaking for the sake of concern!
(Asking Alexandria - Wings For The Sake Of Falling)
Hello, is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me? Is there anyone home?