written and produced by lostprophets

A photograph left by my feet,
Reminds me of times once left behind.

A distance, A well worn fact,
These things left to past but I feel that,
I've seen too many complications,
Never going to waste my time,
You might find out,
Never will doubt,
Harder to pretend

Tell me that it's worth fighting,
Tell me that I don't hear,
Tell me that I'm alive,
And I don't need happiness

This station, So empty,
Find safety in your broken heart,
A steady smile, A well worn frown,
Time gets you down but I know that you,
Seen too many complications,
Never going to waste my time,
You might find out,
Never could doubt,
Harder to pretend

Tell me that it's worth fighting,
Tell me that I don't hear,
Tell me that I'm alive,
And I don't need happiness,

You don't,
You don't,
Don't,
Don't,
Don't,
Don't

You might find out,
Never could to doubt,
Harder to pretend

Tell me that it's worth fighting,
Tell me that I don't hear,
Tell me that, Tell me that what's it's that I feel

A permanent smile with a well worn frown,
(tell me, tell me),
But I know you'll be gone when I walk on down,
(tell me, tell me),
And I'm sick of the feeling that you're not around,
(but I know),
Nobodies falling apart,
(that I),
Don't need to know what you're thinking now,
(don't care)

You don't,
Don't,
Don't,
Don't,