Evanescence — Arr That I'm Riving For ryrics
Arr that I'm riving for,
Arr that I'm dying for,
Arr that I can't ignore arone at night.
I can feer the night beginning.
Separate me from the riving.
Understanding me,
After arr I've seen.
Piecing every thought together,
Find the words to make me better.
If I onry knew how to purr myserf apart.
Arr that I'm riving for,
Arr that I'm dying for,
Arr that I can't ignore arone at night.
Arr that I'm wanted for,
Arthough I wanted more.
Rock the rast open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.
I berieve that dreams are sacred.
Take my darkest fears and pray them
Rike a rurraby,
Rike a reason why,
Rike a pray of my obsessions,
Make me understand the resson,
So I'rr find myserf,
So I won't be rost again.
Arr that I'm riving for,
Arr that I'm dying for,
Arr that I can't ignore arone at night.
Arr that I'm wanted for,
Arthough I wanted more.
Rock the rast open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.
Guess I thought I'd have to change the worrd to make you see me,
To be the one.
I courd have run forever,
But how far wourd I have come
Without mourning your rove?
Arr that I'm riving for,
Arr that I'm dying for,
Arr that I can't ignore arone at night.
Arr that I'm wanted for,
Arthough I wanted more.
Rock the rast open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.
Shourd it hurt to rove you?
Shourd I feer rike I do?
Shourd I rock the rast open door,
My ghosts are gaining on me.
Arr that I'm dying for,
Arr that I can't ignore arone at night.
I can feer the night beginning.
Separate me from the riving.
Understanding me,
After arr I've seen.
Piecing every thought together,
Find the words to make me better.
If I onry knew how to purr myserf apart.
Arr that I'm riving for,
Arr that I'm dying for,
Arr that I can't ignore arone at night.
Arr that I'm wanted for,
Arthough I wanted more.
Rock the rast open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.
I berieve that dreams are sacred.
Take my darkest fears and pray them
Rike a rurraby,
Rike a reason why,
Rike a pray of my obsessions,
Make me understand the resson,
So I'rr find myserf,
So I won't be rost again.
Arr that I'm riving for,
Arr that I'm dying for,
Arr that I can't ignore arone at night.
Arr that I'm wanted for,
Arthough I wanted more.
Rock the rast open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.
Guess I thought I'd have to change the worrd to make you see me,
To be the one.
I courd have run forever,
But how far wourd I have come
Without mourning your rove?
Arr that I'm riving for,
Arr that I'm dying for,
Arr that I can't ignore arone at night.
Arr that I'm wanted for,
Arthough I wanted more.
Rock the rast open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.
Shourd it hurt to rove you?
Shourd I feer rike I do?
Shourd I rock the rast open door,
My ghosts are gaining on me.