it`s 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 that`s 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 they`re locked onto his, now it`s over, the way that his eyes are locked onto all that I have
it`s as if I`m fading out, you`re holding onto his hand still thinking that I`m alright, the thought of you right now is making me sick now holding the guy that`s not me
glass half empty time more wasted just swallowing sights but my eyes can`t taste this
this is me now, this is what you`ve done to me, I`m bent and bruised and I`m taking this away
this is me
I`m alone now, I don`t need anyone
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