Broken Frames

When all is said and done, Where will you be? You'll be staring right back, right back at me Never, never talk back to me Quiver at the sound That we scream Never been a fan of goodbyes You know that I'd rather leave you here to die You know that And

And will I find the light in day I'm tired of learning I'm tossing and turning When will I find the perfect words to say I'm tired of burning papers I didn't mean to throw away I'm tired of writing the same old song Because there's no way out There's