Book Of Stories

You're perfect photographs on the wall

And if I know you you're ok

I don't wanna dance anymore

I don't wanna sing anymore

I don't wanna dance anymore we used to sing



I thought I'd be ok till I hit that floor

I thought I'd be fine till I needed more



I thought I'd be ok till I hit that floor

Oh, I need more I need more I need more



I thought my life would get easier

Instead its getting harder, instead it's getting harder



I thought my life would get easier,

Instead it's darker, instead it's getting colder...

Without you



My life's a book of short stories,

And we wrote a new one everyday



I don't understand anymore

You don't love me anymore

I don't understand anymore and I can't think



Why can't I let you go?

Why can't I let you go?

Hate you I wanted to hate you