The Day Music Died

Never thought the world was going to end
Always knew I'd come across your face again
Still healing broken hearts and holding broken bones
Singing Taps off-key and breaking quiet phones
You don't know what you've got until you're left all alone

See the strain in my bloodshot eyes?
I'm a hollow box, empty as your lies
And I know I can't fucking live
Because the price that i pay will be the love that I give

Nothing hurts like that look in your eyes
Fuck the day I thought love was more than a lie

I only die fucking every day
Sit alone count the no's of the yesterdays
Those seven days sure made me weak
And when I'm dead and gone(shed a tear, bless my memory)
But I can't go on
No, I can't go fucking on

All I want in these dying days is a breath of fresh air, and some sanity
But nothings ever good enough, so I'll take a sad song sure enough
The feeling I'm feeling is a feeling I've felt for far too long
The feeling I'm feeling is a feeling I've fought for far too fucking long