| I’ve been wearing soaked eyes for years now
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| Still I’m pretending my heart is old
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| Always letting me in halfway
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| Before the sudden feeling isn’t for you
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| But for those who just don’t know yet
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| Maybe we’re the ones who don’t know
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| Too blinded by the cynicism
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| We believe we should be grateful for
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| And I said I wouldn’t break again
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| Now I spit on what is left
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| And I wonder did I create my own heartbreaks
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| By expecting too much
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| You’re the look of a soul so broken
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| It will do anything
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| Just to make someone other feel
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| more broken than yourself
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| I want to see you again
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| And I don’t want to see you again
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| But I’m afraid I won’t ever see anyone else
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| Though I’ll be? |
| all that’s you
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| I can hate you in front of everyone
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| But in silence I’m still tied by you
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| In silence I still feel the same
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| In silence I despise myself
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| I wonder where somewhere else is now
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| Behind whose ribs it might be
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| In you there’s need of being needing
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| 'Cause you never had yourself
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah |