3 acessos
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