Keep Trying

It stops raining,
and stops snowing,
everytime we run out to catch a cold.
They call it cliche,
your every feeling,
and every new thing you feel, they say its old.

I sang it to her,
I played it to her,
every ballad, every song, I could ever make.
I'll do the magic,
every effort,
and I'll do, I'll do whatever it takes.

And I'll keep trying,
and I'll keep my hopes to myself.
And I'll keep staring,
at the back door,
but I'll never even think about it.

Wake me to sleep,
but remind me of death,
leave me with a part of you,
at least you breath.

I'll sing it to you,
and play it to you,
the day my words start making sense.

And I'll keep trying,
and I'll keep my hopes to myself.
And I'll keep staring,
at the back door,
but I'll never even think about it.