Hurt's of Love

Tired to take a picture , of Love

didn't think i'd miss her , that much

i want to fill this new frame

but its empty

Tired to write a letter , in ink

its been getting better i think

i got a piece of paper

but its empty

its empty

 

maybe we're triying too hard

maybe we're torn apart

maybe the timming

is beating our hearts

we're empty 

and i've been wondered , if we

should be getting under these sheets

we could lie in this bed

but is empty

its empty