#1
There's no interest in why she speaks,
these bullets with her words,
just let this go,
just let me go,
comatose i can't believe,
you left it again,
where's your heart at,
cause i'm falling asleep,

and i can't hear you speak,
with a gun in your hand,
and that rose on your cheek,
it's happened before,
your lies are too deep,
so babel so more,
those spells are too weak,

you will never see right thru these tears,
i've cried them before,
but your eyes see no more,
shame then what's been said,
and it hurts me to say,
that this is the last stop,
so it's the last time,
i'll see you around,