Dying Romantic says:
I walk these streets all alone,
the sound of your voice still ringing on my phone.
You just couldn't leave our past behind,
I'm lost everytime I look into those eyes.
And yet you never let me peer through your disguise.
Theres this girl with a metal smile,
her beauty can be seen for over a mile.
She makes me think and makes me smile,
I wish I could be with her for just awhile.
'Heart on the Floor'
This heart is left bleeding on the floor,
slamming in between the wall and the door.
She told me she never really loved me,
Nights are made of dreams and stars,
memories that last because you didn't go to the bar.
Smiles make men weak,
and for you its an easy feat.