Richey

Nobody knows how you feel, you disappeared you were far too real
I'm sure you'd understand memories sink into sand
Voice and guitars still remain, share the load, produce some pain,
Drinking teacups full of rain
I'm sure you'd understand memory sinks into the sand.

Don't kill yourself for what you love, Blood is so pale on paper if looks can kill the blind must be invincible blood is so pale on paper don't kill yourself for what you love, if looks can kill then I must be invincible blood is so pale on paper don't kill yourself for what you love.