Why should I need
Tears in my eyes
For you to see
My outline

Too stubborn hate
Too many times
For me to wait
While you realize

It’s a feeling
It’s a swinging knife
When you never fight on my time
Many ceilings
Many gardens dry
When you never fight on
When you never fight on my time

You promised me
That you wouldn’t
Learning to see
Through a good lie

I wanted to leave
The way we designed
No perfect scene
For a goodbye

It’s a feeling
It’s a swinging knife
When you never fight on my time
Many ceilings
Many gardens dry
When you never fight on
When you never fight on my time

My time
I tried
To sympathize
But you went to sleep
There’s no room for me
In this fight
In your life

It’s a feeling
It’s a swinging knife
When you never fight on
When you never
Many ceilings
Many gardens dry
When you never fight on
When you never fight on my time