Staring in your eyes and they read like a novel
writers block parting these lips no longer idle
your fast to fall gracefully into harm
and that is your charm dear, that is your charm

a new decor
whats the commotion for?
her styles a bore
a movement, a notion and nothing more

you are a spitting image of a beautiful mockery
and you are failing to see through this tragedy clearly

if anything it bares resemblance
press your heart to mine to beat the distance
touch lips and fall short of a miracle
judging by your eyes this empire will fall

a new decor
whats the commotion for?
her styles a bore
a movement, a notion and nothing more

you are a spitting image of a beautiful mockery
and you are failing to see through this tragedy clearly

you are a spitting image of a beautiful mockery
and i watched you spread like disease into me
slipped grace and now adorn lies
white dresses reflect black in light
a daunting task of photographs
memory to flame, burn the past

you are a spitting image of a beautiful mockery
and you are failing to see through this tragedy clearly
we never wanted, never wanted love like this
we never wanted, never wanted this to end