It's all a part of history
that over years of building
you're gonna have a mystery
you're gonna have the unexplained
left hanging around
What we are is written
written in cursive letters
permanent but but not for long
because tomorrow could be better
You know my heart is a window.. a door..
something that can take no more
where has it gone when it's gone too far
slaps to the face and kisses to a scar.
Climbing stairs that lead to no where
like playing fair but pulling hair...
I think that may understand
that day by day nothings planned.
What we are is written
written in cursive letters
permanent but not for long
because tomorrow could be better.
It's all a part of history
that's fallen apart in mystery..
it's all a part that's been removed.....
it's all a part that's been removed.....
why is it that I'm the used.....
What we are is written
written in cursive letters....
left to die amongst that dream
left in the silence of the scream