CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : By Heavenly Skill Its Texture Wrought

Sometimes I think, what will be worse
You leaving me, or me dying
While we were still in love
But it pains me to picture
What I would do to you
Sometimes, when I left your house
I imagined myself getting in a car wreck
And it broke my heart to imagine your face upon the news
But now it doesn't matter
I'm just a distant memory waiting to pass
The sands of time have turned into glass

Nobody else matters

Nobody else matters
Nobody else matters
And neither do I

I'd always knew that I'd write you an album
But I never thought it would sound like this
You became an extension of myself
And now I'm trying to rebuild
I don't know who I am anymore

Feel my pain
Feel my pain
Let it brush our tears away
While we place each others hands
Over the damage on our face