Lirieke: Hurt. Summers Lost.

Lie to me,
Say you were wrong.
Like you have too many times.
And I'll believe it's not my fault
Like I have too much time.

So hear me now boy, stay alive,
?Cause that's the way it should go.
Would your maker have opened your eyes if,
He preferred them closed.
Feel the weight of summers lost,
I'd love to have you near,
And all the times we've ever crossed it,
Just keep you here.

And try to be, something you are not
Like have for you and promised too,
I know we'll get through this,
I won't let you do it so stop.
And make believe, that I'm not wrong.
And if I was we'd all be gone.