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I thought I had something.
Found someone real to hold.
I never looked before jumping.
How could you be so cold?

Why do I get tricked like this?
Why is it so hard to believe?
Why can't I help feeling pissed?
Why do I get deceived?

Growing sick with each passing day.
Wondering why they never stay.
Romance it's just a game we play.
Til' we feel a shade paler than gray.

Why can't I find what I'm looking for?
Why does it always end just like before?
Why should I even care about this anymore?
Why haven't I learned from my bitter lore?

My face is ivory stone flawless.
I'm frozen to warmth and emotion.
With lips more icy than deaths kiss.
My eyes feed the salt of ocean.

Why is the moth attracted to the flame?
Why can't two people think the same?
Why are the guilty the ones that blame?
Why do I feel love is the loser's game?

I thought you were the one.
Until your true colors bleed through.
It was over before it begun.
I never thought you'd be so cruel.

Why is no one ever what they seem?
Why do I fall victim to the sheen?
Why does it feel like I want to scream?
Why do I always wake from the dream?

I feel there's nothing left to say.
A tombstone's crumbling decay.
I can't help feeling this way.
Like a shade paler than gray.