Blood stained floors
Empty chest of drawers
That thousand yard stare
Looking at a home that\'s bare
Grown people don\'t always care
Sl.e are just children that don\'t understand
Like they bought a relationship at a lemonade stand
Hearts grow heavy and thoughts run deep
A tattered soul is all I\'ll keep
A hopeless romantic feeling hopelessly frantic
Living myself was easy when some one else did
Fear and desperation
No penance and no salvation
Just a hollow soul searching for devotion
A thousand lovers before
AnD a thousand left behind
Can\'t seem to get them off mind