Traces Remain

Are you coming up to see me with a loaded gun to my head
Are you coming up to leave me alone, alone with my head
I could think of nicer ways to let me down
I could blink and you were gone without a sound
Its going, going place and trace of laughter remain
The same
Ooh
This critical devotion
Slow it down traces remain, of pain
You try to answer me with silence
Violence lies in your eyes
You try to tell me what i’m feeling
Your stealing the prime of my life
I could think of nicer ways to let me down
I could blink and you were gone without a sound
Its going, going place and trace of laughter remain
The same
Ooh
This critical devotion
Slow it down traces remain
Of pain
No luxury
No love
No pride
Just canopies of pain inside
These enemies of love decide
From memories of pain i hide
Its going, going place and trace of laughter remain
The same
Ooh
This critical devotion
Slow it down traces remain
Of pain