How I always memorize every single misery and I seem to glorify everything inside of me
and the hero never dies if the lover hides between the sheets there no escape cause you cant sleep and then youll see your just like me...
Thats what you called waste of time Ill be waiting down the line thats what you called waste of time waiting for your valentine thats what you called waste of time I know where you hero hides thats why you dont sleep tonight thats what I call life
with a hero in the past you hang on to history such a lost will always last and theres no recovery
