Twelfth Stroke Of Midnight

I can..t read between the linesOf a letterThat you..ve never writtenI can..t begin to compromiseOn a problemThat you have inventedDead stares cut a paper heartAnd beats ink in these pagesLetters written in regretTo many lifeless facesThis is the end of meI am running on emptyHours spent pouring over these wordsWith nothing gainedAll that was lost with nothing learnedI..m just feeling drainedThis is taking so much out of meI am doubting my place as of lateI wish I could make thisPaper heart come aliveAll my time spent onWriting this living lieAll my time spent on this lie