This is my third message

Its the fact

You wont call back

That twists the knife thats in my back

This is my third message



And we do what we love

(This isnt helping)



This is inexcusable

All our work

All our hope

Vanished in a ball of smoke

Inexcusable



And we do what we love

And we hope without hope

And we mean it

And we weep and we bleed

And we hope and we hope

And we only love you

Hope you feel it



These are the pieces

Of my heart

Of my trust

Of discussion between us

These are the pieces