Lyrics
Stop me stop me, they never tell you what to do when all you have are lies
I had to die to finally let you go, does it make you feel alive
I had to die to finally let you go, do you know how many times, what do you want to hear
Do you know how many times, a story gets rewritten so a blasphemy s permitted once again blasphemy s, do you know how many times
It s just one more goodbye, i find myself believing i find myself believing
what do you want to hear
Stop me stop me, i tore myself apart because you re not here, and you were so perfectly imperfect
Why do you want to know, i had to die to finally let you go
do you know how many times
i tore myself apart because you re not here
you were a version like no other
do you know how many times
Do you know how many times, why do you want to know Imperfect, we bury them in places that we really only visit by ourselves
Do you know how many times, what do you want to hear Imperfect, do you know how many times
I had to die to finally let you go, a story gets rewritten so a blasphemy s permitted once again blasphemy s
why do you want to know
I had to die to finally let you go, does it make you feel alive
Stop me stop me, does it make you feel alive, i had to die to finally let you go
What s the sense in anything when what they say is wrong, do you know how many times
What do you want to hear, it s just one more goodbye Stone, it s just one more goodbye
Does it make you feel alive, do you know how many times
i find myself believing i find myself believing
Permitted once again, what do you want to hear, i had to die to finally let you go
It s just one more goodbye, does it make you feel alive
Stop me stop me, a story gets rewritten so a blasphemy s permitted once again blasphemy s Stone, what s the sense in anything when what they say is wrong
I tore myself apart because you re not here, do you know how many times
what do you want to hear
What do you want to hear, what do you want to hear Stone, i had to die to finally let you go
They never tell you what to do when all you have are lies, i had to die to finally let you go
A story gets rewritten so a blasphemy s permitted once again blasphemy s, and you were so perfectly imperfect, what do you want to hear
You were a version like no other, permitted once again, does it make you feel alive
Do you know how many times, it s just one more goodbye, permitted once again
Permitted once again, what do you want to hear, do you know how many times
We bury them in places that we really only visit by ourselves, what s the sense in anything when what they say is wrong, i had to die to finally let you go
Does it make you feel alive, do you know how many times