Book Of Stories

You're perfect photographs on the wall

And if I know you you're ok

I don't wanna dance anymore

I don't wanna sing anymore

I don't wanna dance anymore we used to sing

I thought I'd be ok till I hit that floor

I thought I'd be fine till I needed more

Oh, I need more I need more I need more

I thought my life would get easier

instead its getting harder, instead it's getting harder

I thought my life would get easier,

instead it's darker, instead it's getting colder without you

My life's a book of short stories,

and we wrote a new one everyday

I don't understand anymore

you don't love me anymore

I don't understand anymore and I can't think

Why can't I let you go?

Hate you I wanted to hate you