We can, sit and sob, we can hold our breath till tommorow.
See another day, yet only live shawdow. I sit holding
my tongue, biting back words, crying, coughing up a lung.
Cause now I see my purpose in your life was only for a season.
You've played treason, on my heart and soul. I have no more goals.
Feeling a sense of sorrow, guess I'll wave goodbye and fear tomorrow.
Your scent is still fresh in my nose, here's to you, tombstone rose.
