story

I hoped you would have seen me
Standing in the stair well
Wishing you to hell

History don't hurt the same way in
Through the door, I passed your notes
And whistled past the graveyard

A dirty word
Still left unheard
It kills me when you mouth it

A different dark on dirty dirt,
I'm getting scared of feeling hurt
The bottom is getting deeper

The only one who took the time
To flight the stories
To tell you why
And still, I won't believe her

Your dog ear's pressed against her door
You lost your place and caught the score
I'm only wasting value

You're probably not as bad as I made you out to seem.
But ill bet they won't believe me anyways