Hiding in this little box
All the things I never say
They keep coming back to me
All the words I hope you’ll never
Hear me out
Let me in
Forget the past
There are certain games you never win
Love is a sadness machine
You were just a shooting star
Never meant for you to stay
Now I’m left with nothing
But a hundred words stuck in my
Pen to paper
By the night stand
Melancholic moonlight
There are certain games you never win
Love is a sadness machine
Love is a sadness machine