Paint Buds

This love never dies, it only sleeps till I dream.
Picking paint buds off the walls like they’re the last words that she said.
Opportunity passes but I had more than a decade to make you mine
and I hate myself for letting you go; I’ve been broken 7 years
and if I tried to love someone as I had loved you, I would end up disappointing them.
I feel it’s pointless to try.
Picking paint buds off the walls like they’re the last words that she said.
Confused and heart bled. Is this what I get for
those years I forsook you. I promise I’ve already learned my lesson well.
I thought this could be the greatest love that ever existed in our world
but you never let me into your heart as well and I must confess;
I would have changed everything about myself for you
and I am not the kind to conform for the world
and now i’m broken. These eyes were soaken.
Was this for the better? Tell it to that broken heart bleeding on the floor
This love never dies, it only sleeps untill I dream
This love never dies, and when I dream my heart burns for you.
Picking these scabs and the blood; going mad in all of this suffering; all these songs of lost love they just make jealous cause I never had you. Their pain is nothing.
There was a time where I feared your yes or no would be my life or death.
Did you ignore me for the better? Tell it to that broken heart bleeding on the floor.
Bleeding on the floor.