IRC-Galleria

You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait.
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think i'd turn around, and say:

That it's too late to apologize.


I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you.
But that's nothing new.

I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue
And you say sorry like the angel
Heaven let me think was you
But i'm afraid.

I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground.