I know This mess is The love overspilt from our hearts And that "god" says We should Clean it up With the thickest bleach and a bristled brush But will an ending ever be enough? When all the beauty lies In every action never taken Every kiss Every look Every love That didn't happen. I've got to find the strength somewhere within this desperation It's the first thing i need But it's the last thing i want To have to grow even more resilient. I know This mess is The doubts overspilt from our thoughts And that "god" says We should cover them up With glassy eyes and a frozen heart But still i take no action. But still i take no action When my disdain And my devotion Is simultaneous. Keep painting pictures of what could have been And i promise i'll stay at a distance Where every inch of them can be seen.