Texty:
Faber Drive Seven Second Surgery

She takes me to the edge This waiting, so frustrating She puts me to the test To break me, she takes me Round and round When will I win? (Alright, here

m in second place, to get a second chance. What you give is always what you get. There's so much I haven't given yet. If you could give another second

Tick, tick Tick, tickin' away She said to me She'd rather be Outside the ozone Hands on her face She starts to shake Her house is no home Uh oh, oh

They're scared of his make up Tattoos and piercings They say that it's too bad He won't amount to anything They judge by the way he looks (Woah) The

Bright, cold silver moon Tonight alone in my room You were here just yesterday Slight turn of the head Eyes end when you said I guess I need my life

I made When I'm with you, I'll make every second count 'Cause I miss you, whenever your not around When I kiss you I still get butterflies Years from now, I'll make every second

Bright cold silver moon Tonight alone in my room You were here just yesterday Slight turn of the head Eyes down when you said I guess I need my life

She takes me to the edge This waiting, so frustrating She puts me to the test To break me, She takes me... Round and round When will I win? (Alright

made When i'm with you I'll make every second count cause i miss you, whenever you're not around when i kiss you i still get butterflies years from now, I'll make every second