Love don't feel the same anymore Love won't me walk out that door Love it's a hard explain when you're wrong Love please leave me alone Pain It's real even when you try to hide Here is my shoulder Lay your head and cry Dry your eyes It"ll be alright Be alright Love it burns the soul to its core Love it washes away on a shore Love it's there even when try to ignore Love I'll love you forevermore Pain It's real even when you try to hide Here is my shoulder Lay your head and cry Dry your eyes It"ll be alright Be alright Pain It's real even when you try to hide Here is my shoulder Lay your head and cry Dry your eyes It"ll be alright Be alright

Paint spilling, blue blood I look back with fondness But where was my fortitude? Delusion of that magnitude Oh, 'cause I did it for it you It was always for you Was killing for you, swap places with you Did it for you, it was always for you Was killing for you Oh, 'cause I did it for it you It was always for you Was killing for you, swap places with you Did it for you, it was always for you Was killing for you

When he moves I watch him from behind He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips And when he drives I love to watch his hand White and smooth, almost feminine Almost American, I have to watch him In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue I saw him searching into you and ached a while I watch his lips caress the glass His fingers stroke its stem and pass To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes From a shadow by the stair I watch as he weeps unaware That I'm in awe of his despair In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue I saw him searching into you and ached a while When he moves I watch him from behind He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips And when he drives I love to watch his hand White and smooth, almost feminine Almost American, I have to watch him In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue I saw him searching into you and ached a while