Sometimes all the moments,
That we savoured for the last,
Get crushed between the good and bad,
>from pressures we have had.
But you know I can't conceive the day,
When feelings run to high,
To work out all the stale terrain,
Emotions try to hide, when I try
Lately I can't seem
To colour what we've lost,
It all seems like bad means,
When lovers turn from lust,
Then I try -
Try to smoke alone
These shattered ties with no compromise,
Fall through this fragile hell,
You see the drinks stay sipped,
Cos we've lost our grip,
Too exhausted to rebel.
And I try
Lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost,
It all seems like bad means,
When lovers turn from lust
When I try
(repeat)
Writer(s): Deborah Ann Dyer, Mark Richardson, Martin Ivor Kent, Richard Keith Lewis
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