Hawthorne Heights

These colors will not change, you change the way I see them
These words will fade when you explain why you hate them
We are the same, oh
She keeps repeating "I bet she needed"
She says she's right here, she seems so distant
Saying goodbye this time the same old story
Seeing you cry it makes feel like saying sorry
Just a few last hours we gotta make this count
We're counting backwards
(Just a few last hours, we gotta make this count)
We're falling forward