Twelth Stroke Of Midnight Songtext

I I can't read between the lines Of a letter That you've never written I can't begin to compromise On a problem That you have invented Dead stares cut a paper heart And beats ink in these pages Letters written in regret To many lifeless faces This is the end of me I am running on empty Hours spent pouring over these words With nothing gained (With nothing gained) All that was lost with nothing learned I'm just feeling drained (I'm just feeling drained 2x) This is taking so much out of me I am doubting my place as of late I wish I could make this Paper heart come alive This is taking so much out of me I am doubting my place as of late All my time spent on this lie I wish I could make this Paper heart come alive Writing this living lie