The weeks don't kill me but the weekends find me alone
The sunset that I used to love has found a new tone
Lips so red like the skies of hell above me
Trip my head with the lies you tell on TV
Coz there had to come a time, I had to accept the truth
Had to accept that I would never be loved by you
Teardrops fell until some arbitrary day
It hurts but it never kills, never completely fades
And time goes by endlessly now, and Lindsay, how I'm moving on
With my lonely, futile, sad and facile and never ending life
Sat in my room, thinking of you, listening to the chimes
Ticking away the endless days until I die
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