| We know that everything, everything ends
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| At least that’s what we hope for
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| Plagued by our past
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| And we’re doomed to repeat ourselves
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| Afraid of the thoughts that dance in revolutions
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| And circle the mind like a snare
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| Binding me
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| I’m just trying to feel something
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| Cold and stale
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| Searching for warmth inside of every promise wasted
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| You wrap yourself around me
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| But I can only sense your presence
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| You’re nothing but a carcass
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| I’ve never felt more alone
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| Than I did on those nights I spent watching you sleep
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| You’re the furthest thing from me
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| And you’ve been there from the start
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| An empty shell
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| You’re vacant and it scares me to death
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| One by one
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| I watched them leave me behind
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| Like living debris
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| Fortunately
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| I know that I’m not worth it
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| I’m not worth it
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| In my purest form, I was never good enough for anyone
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| Why did I think that this time it’d be different?
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| I came bearing only the beat of my heart
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| And the best of my intentions
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| I tried my hardest but I couldn’t make you feel a fucking thing |