true_romance Ambience We hide our insecurities behind bloodshot eyes and they just fall and die in the air in all the tears weve cried Shouting at the sky, engraving doubt in stone and we blame eachother for the time we spend alone. Wishing for a miracle, lay your mind to rest. Blame no one but yourself that you cannot fix this mess. Tired from the fight, head in my pillow, I cry. Here I am, once again, asking myself why. 030627 what's it to you? who go blather from