November Process Voices
Colouring the color of your love
touches me like divine angels from above
Walking on past windows of the purest hate
I see you so beautifully sealed up in fate
Why do I always do this to myself
I never thought you'd feel this way for anybody else
Lies are webs decieving people love to weave
I never thought I'd have to beg you
never ever leave
Promises are never what they seem to be
Believing is knowing that you'll never leave
Trust in me to protect you from needles pain
Clouds of blood are waiting for the dance of rain
in my head i dont know why voices speak they never lie
its so sweet to say goodbye the voices tell me you have to die
