Each new act that's pure
eclipsed by darker work.
The cracks that beg for rain.
Dust turns into dirt
and it stains my soul.
It's a song that keeps on playing on the radio.
Saying 'Baby no, please don't go'.
It's an echo of a lie I gave up years ago.
TV dinner tray,
red paint on white tile.
These triggers that I hate.
My baptism of fire
in a house that burnt down.
And now you have the nerve to wonder how I am.
Well my love is fierce and I let it show.
I cry when I'm alone and no one needs to know.
I cry for something that I never had.
Does that make me bad?
It's not rational to feel so sad.
I never wanted anyone like this
but you don't exist
Your my invention but the pain persists.
Singing 'Baby no, please don't go'.
It's an echo of a lie I gave up years ago.
My love is fierce and I let it show.
I cry when I'm alone and no one needs to know.