A Storybook Ending Don`t Rob Me Of This Hate Lyrics

Don`t Rob Me Of This Hate Lyrics



Everytime you lay your eyes on me 

I might ask you to whisper softly what you meant when you said 

I'm not right and love is dead 



November rains more than this month 

Lasting through much longer than your touch 



So ask yourself why look so desperate on any given day 

Walk beside me through windows painted glass 

Don't expect me to go through this decay 



Make a liar out of me and work your magic 

I can't ask the same of you 

For I'll discover your insides rot as will mine doing what you do 



Oh these days they get so hard, so hard to follow through 

Any one of those days, I'll see that knife go through 



Everytim that I see you there I might ask you just to not stare 

What you meant when you said that I'm not right and love is dead