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Love turns to grey every second of the day
The emptiness turns more hollow every second
and my face more dead like the day before
the smell of rot is all left on the floor
just denounce me from the existence in the plain viewing sight
like im some sort of douche bag all ready for the life to be sucked out

I never wanted any moments like this
I never said that this is how I want to live
the grayer the shallower you get
the more you want its more that you'll get

My eyes dead and cold
like you heart the feelings are gone
nothing to wake up to
nothing to listen to
im just here in the floor boards of your room

One night
I decided to go up for some air
And the reluctance of the rooms dispair
I saw you by the window
ever so carefully stair as I crawl behind you
and hear you scream
Oh my heart raced
and I am to haste to finish it by morn'
So I fill you up and left you dead on the floor

I never wanted any moments like this
I never said that this is how I want to live
the grayer the shallower you get
the more you want its more that you'll get

Could it be any perfect?
I just crawl back to my hole
just another empty feeling
but your not so empty anymore