| Feeling low, like I’m ready crack and slowly moving from bending to breaking.
|
| I stay diluted to avoid the pain, but I give her more than she can take.
|
| I’m only killing the only haven, the still asylum I haven’t destroyed yet.
|
| And when it’s gone, I’m left with nothing.
|
| This isn’t what we counted on. |
| This isn’t what we said it’d be.
|
| The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
|
| This isn’t what we counted on. |
| This isn’t what we said it’d be.
|
| The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten.
|
| I told her she was killing me and she said she was already dead.
|
| Every ounce of emotion fades, and I promise you it’ll end someday. |
| I hope.
|
| I’m only hoping that this is common. |
| She’s all I’m left with when all this
|
| fades away.
|
| And when it’s gone I’m left with nothing.
|
| This isn’t what we counted on. |
| This isn’t what we said it’d be.
|
| The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
|
| This isn’t what we counted on. |
| This isn’t what we said it’d be.
|
| The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten.
|
| She doesn’t need it. |
| She doesn’t need it.
|
| My optimism is masking my failure.
|
| This isn’t what we counted on. |
| This isn’t what we said it’d be.
|
| The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
|
| This isn’t what we counted on. |
| This isn’t what we said it’d be.
|
| The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten. |