| I drag myself to the edge, looking down on what is left
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| Of what used to be you and me
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| There’s not a single thing that you can do or say
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| To change the way I am, or change the way I’ve been
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| I hope it eats you up inside, that you can’t find a place to hide the way
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| you’ve been
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| You thought you had a friend in me
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| And if I had to guess, I’d say this bitterness and strife
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| Comes from the end of the best and worst there years of my life
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| I drag myself to the edge, looking down on what is left
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| Of what used to be you and me
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| You’re at the bottom now when you once stood so tall
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| I hope you break your neck the next time you fall
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| To assure you never get back up again
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| So tell me, tell me did you really think that this would last forever
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| I wasn’t lying when I told you that I found something better
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| And I know you always say it’s all my fault this didn’t last
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| But in the end you’ll always be the one who’s running back for me
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| Pen and paper, black and white
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| This is how I live my life
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| There’s no use in telling lies
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| Cause faking it won’t work this time
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| Pen and paper, black and white
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| Portrays your pathetic life
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| There’s no use in telling lies
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| Cause faking it’s not worth my time
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| Just remember, I never meant what I said when I said forever |