Casual Tragedy

<br>Lies, they fill your eyes, laced with doubts <br>False promises, I see all that you hide <br>You share feelings <br>but keep them pushed aside <br>To merley try is to surely die <br>Alone, empty and cold <br>the nails of doubt you drive <br>deeper inside my head <br>Stuch on the words you said <br>Bruises shroud my skin <br>from beating myself over and again <br>To live or die? <br>Will we survive or just cry? <br>And you push me away <br>You have nothing to say <br>It tastes like casual tragedy <br>I`m living life inside of photographs <br>were smiles all have turned to black <br>I`m waiting for you to let down your fears <br>Throw in the towel <br>because we only win if we forfeit ourselves <br>Turn the cheek, receive a set of lips <br>that you`ll find worth of defeat <br>If you want it, it`s there <br>This is the way that they want us to die <br>we play the part just fine <br>It`s in our own hands now <br>as we find the knife that drives into our sides <br>It shines like a set of pride <br>The blood it cries, it calls you out tonite <br>A picture of what we could be? <br>I`d paint it just for you to see <br>This isn`t how I how I planned it all <br>This isn`t my design <br>Want a picture of what it meant to me? <br>I`d paint it just for you to see <br>Want a picture of what it meant to be? <br>I`ll paint this fucker in blood