Stolen

There's something bout your eyes That I couldn't recognize And I couldn't find a way To turn off the display It stood on all night I know it don't seem right When I try to win this fight But I always give up when I think of you So tell me how am I supposed to sleep You overflow in my bed And tell me how am I supposed to breathe When you prevent my breeze Then teach me how am I supposed to live You dug your nails in my heart And you still try to get What no longer belongs to me I'm tired of all those lies And the fears they organize And all the shed tears In Sunday mornings My turn is overdue So tell me how am I supposed to take The wrong things that you make And tell me how am I supposed to fake Faking is mistaking Teach me, how am I supposed to go on You stole my hope without a gun