With fists raised high in tightened knots   The room explodes and now this blood is on your hands   And there is no time for a second chance   To paint my face with blood and tears and cover up   In an open book that no one reads   A misspelled word that no one know   You stole the rain   Then you turned around and tore my life in two   Just like the picture that once hung on the wall in the room that we used to share   So fold me up and put me back in the place where you used to keep your heart      You think its getting smaller?   It's been that way for quite some time now      The cadence beats down on the tar   It sounds the same as your fists raining down   (if you wanted to change the way I look at you...)   We've got to leave before the sun sets   Or maybe we don't have time(time to waste.)   It won't be long until you're gone into the night   You won't have time to paint my face with cover-up