Against a wall, we start to rot.
Running from what we both want.
But i won't fight it anymore.
I don't want to fight with you anymore.
I'm just so tired anymore.
These days get so tired and bored.
Take my hand now,
I'm buried in the ground.
Pull me back up,
But don't you make a sound.
Maybe one day you and i will get this right,
But until then i bid you goodnight.
You believe anything that you're told,
And not what you see.
Your kind eyes are so blind.
I've got to leave.
I'm not sorry.