Tekstovi: Evanescence. The Last Day.

I've spent so much time throwing rocks at your window
That I never even knocked on the front door

I walk by statues never even made one chip
But if I could leave a mark on the monument of the heart
I just might lay myself down for a little more than I had the last day

The last day, the last day, the last day


Wait a time to spare these lies we tell ourselves
These days have come and gone
But this time is sweeter than money