With fists raised high in tightened knots
  The room explodes and now this blood is on your hands
  And there is no time for a second chance
  To paint my face with blood and tears and cover up
  In an open book that no one reads
  A misspelled word that no one know
  You stole the rain
  Then you turned around and tore my life in two
  Just like the picture that once hung on the wall in the room that we used to share
  So fold me up and put me back in the place where you used to keep your heart
    You think its getting smaller?
  It's been that way for quite some time now
    The cadence beats down on the tar
  It sounds the same as your fists raining down
  (if you wanted to change the way I look at you...)
  We've got to leave before the sun sets
  Or maybe we don't have time(time to waste.)
  It won't be long until you're gone into the night
  You won't have time to paint my face with cover-up