Silhouette

making friendships
making lies
it's not my style of life
and it's times like these when i look back
wonder how i got here
when will the fall on me
repitition seems to be the best way
to not feel
not feel

a silhouette appears in the doorway
and it's grimacing fate
who could have guessed the ones i love
the ones i hate
the ones i gave for my mistakes
would not be there for me
we should have listened to eachother
instead of waiting for our time to talk

times pass
now i look back
with one eye and with the other
as i see there's no change
you're all the same
you're all the same

a silhouette appears in the doorway
and it's bordering hell
who could have guessed
the ones i love
the ones i hate
the ones i gave for my mistakes
would not be there for me
we should have listened to eachother
instead of waiting for our time to talk