I'm
staring
at
the
ground
I'm
bloodless,
thrown
away
from
the
sun
What's
lost
cannot
be
found
I
can't
return
your
tears
If
I
ever
live
to
be
a
thousand
years
I'm
staring
at
the
ground
I
never
wished
you
a
broken
heart
Coincidence
put
you
down
He
won't
withdraw
those
tears
If
you
ever
lived
to
be
a
thousand
years
What
do
I
have
to
say
to
make
you
stay?
What
do
I
have
to
do
to
make
you
happy?
I'm
staring
at
the
ground
I
wish
I
could
bring
the
spring
to
your
door
To
the
coldest
side
of
town
I
carry
your
wounded
dreams
Like
the
devil's
deeds
in
the
pocket
of
my
jeans
What
do
I
have
to
say
to
make
you
stay?
What
do
I
have
to
do
to
make
you
happy?