It’s not my fault, I know
That doesn’t make it okay
You let me down easy
Let me down
You feel nothing when I felt so much
Wore my heart on my sleeve until I put it in your hand
I wish it wasn’t so hard to breathe
So hard to stand
I’m damaged goods, don’t worry I’ve grown used to not being good enough
Letting the tears well, but no more than one will fall
What’s more draining, love or hate?
Both are the same when you’re dealing with heartbreak
I feel free
The days blend together, and I forget what it was like to care about your day
Worry if you’re okay
Even when you’re the one who begged me to walk away
Give up any hope or reason or will I had to stay
Is it that I can only truly connect with those who understand
You want to feel what we feel, but you can’t
Who knew a simple life could leave you craving tragedy
I’ll see you at my funeral
She thought hopefully
We won’t grow apart anymore
We don’t have to wonder what it’s like to become strangers
We already are
I believed in you
When you stop believing in fairytales the magic is gone
You choose to be a realist
I’ll choose to move on