Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
{Stay right here we can change our plight.
Storming through this despite what's right.}
One final fight, for this tonight.
Whoa...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
{Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.}
One final fight, for this tonight.
Whoa...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Whoa...
I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
{We tried our best, turn out the light,
Turn out the light.}
{Whoa...}
One final fight, for this tonight.
Whoa...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Whoa...
I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
{We tried our best, turn out the light,
Turn out the light.}
YOU ARE READING
The Holy Book of Music
Teen Fiction*I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE AMAZINGTASTICAL SONGS* Part one of about two hundred gazillion others songs that I'll feel the need to add in another book.