The photographs they've grown so old. Stay alive she said, but I'm told I'm dead. Regretting ever feeling this way, it makes me wonder when will I find myself. The pain you put me through, wishing hoping I loved you. And I said the words over and over, practicing, trying to get it right, unknowingly everything was just a lie. Broke down my defenses, brought me down to my senses, and with pseudo thoughts I thought that I belong. But yet I cant forget, a love, a passion, you stole it. You bastard. You stole it. Moved backwards. You know it, you are, the greatest liar. She sees right through him yet she accepts she is being used. She knows, I'm real, but she can't feel the future within myself. I cant hold, can you help me hold on? And you are dead in pictures, in photographs, alive in emotion, but it will never last.