TheWritingInstrument

The Lies.

It\'s easier to burn out than to fade away.

I wish you could lay here and stay.

Out of the blue, into the black.

I wish you could come running back.

You\'re all alone, I can see it in your eyes.

There is no home, because the world lies.

Hold me please, don\'t let me go.

We just want to be free, going high and low.