Expressions drop through deadly silence.
I'm bruised and broken from a lonely start
and now you say you care so much but I know you can't see past yourself.
I remember when we seemed so close
but now you've changed and I know how this story ends.
I never wanted your opinion.
I never wanted you f*cking help.
Tender words with hidden meanings, awkward silence, hardly breathing.
These days are getting longer and I'm running out of time.
Sometimes I question myself: is this everything?
All alone at night inside my head, wasting away. Is this all there is?
I've had to much time to think, written songs that I'll never sing,
watched a town turn love to hate.
Split my guts just to be away, this is everything for now.