its as if you started out on the front page paper newstand pixelated in black and white, this picture of you now is still beautiful somehow armed with a guy thats not me
tonight this candle will burn this to ashes and drink away problems still I seem to have this
the sight of your lips as theyre locked onto his, now its over, the way that his eyes are locked onto all that I have
its as if Im fading out, youre holding onto his hand still thinking that Im alright, the thought of you right now is making me sick now holding the guy thats not me
glass half empty time more wasted just swallowing sights but my eyes cant taste this
this is me now, this is what youve done to me, Im bent and bruised and Im taking this away
this is me
Im alone now, I dont need anyone