Vale Amore - Sundays In Hell

And I don't wanna think about getting older
Same shit it's the same thing daily
It all sucks and I'm never sober
Everybody that I still know hates me
You're standing right in my way
But I'm gonna leave from this place
Cause we don't talk much anyway I know
You'll be upset anyway it goes
Gotta go now
You'll be staring through the window
Well I guess that you had it your way
But I'm getting sick of your face
I'm sick of empty parking lots
Trying hard to escape my thoughts again
Again
You look like sundays
And I sound like heartbreak
I'm off a substance
Sometimes it's love hate
And I can't hear you
So scream it louder
I guess I'm too far gone
I'm off gun lead and powder
Yeah you left and on your own
Or maybe smoking in your room
And I'm gonna leave here today
Cause I feel the high in my veins
Cause we don't talk much anymore I know
You'll be upset anyway it goes
Gotta go now, you'll be staring through the window
Well I guess you had it your way
But i'm getting sick of your face
I'm sick of empty parking lots
And trying hard to escape my thoughts
Again
Again
You look like sundays
And I sound like heartbreak
I'm off a substance
Sometimes it's love hate
And I can't hear you
So scream it louder
I guess I'm too far gone
I'm off gun lead and powder

Written by:
Byron Morris, Cory Bergeron

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