Not so much the words, but the tone of her voice that told me she had already made her choice
My world is filed with different placesBeautiful dreams now have empty faces
Thought about her everyday
Now trying to forget what I heard her say
Not so much the words, but the tone of her voice
That told me she had already made her choice
So here I am trapped in a box
Young hearts turning to hardened rocks
Its not like you haven’t made me feel this way before
Its not the first time you knocked on someone else’s door
You said you would never hurt me again
Now you say best friends to the end
Will you ever write or call
Or is this another promise through the wall
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Seconds of twilight are hours of pain
The feeling grown deeper until I cant refrain
My tears will dry over night
The way the love in my heart will turn to spite
Falling asleep not having the comfort of love
Knowing my other is no longer my dove
