Pretty Maids

Everyday routine
Just the same old scene
There's no love between us
It's dying
If I will you wont
If you do I don't
Love is skin and bone
Accusation's flying
Now there's nothing that could solve our differencies
And change our acts of no address
We're only suffering from our reality
It's just a game of hit and miss
All the bridges left behind
The bliss we couldn't find
All the unwritten pages
We don't know what is to come
We can not see beyond
The unwritten pages
No more bitter pills
Mental overkill
We just fool ourselves