The ink spills from this pen
as i try to write again.
But I'm not made for this
I'm dying in the cript
and living on your lips.
We know I'm not the one
I'm not the one.
And this is my reward
for saving it all
till the day that this dies
and this is why you're torn
I'm spilling my heart in hoping
that this will die
that this will die.
Take your hand out of mine
I'm feeling just fine tonight
You can lie all you want
but fear that you hide inside
will show.
And this is my reward
for saving it all
till the day that this dies
and this is why you're torn
I'm spilling my heart in hoping this will...
Tomorrows almost here
and I'm still scared
My time's been wasted on you
and you're not through.
And this is my reward
for saving it all
till the day that this dies
and this why you're torn
I'm spilling my heart in hoping that this will...