What if I'm not the same?. What if I never let go of the blame?. What if you drag me back again?. What if I let you just pretend?. I erase this memory.
I am the waiting one it seems. I am the waiting one it seems. Days grow somber quickly. Now how the quiet is release. And I feel so lonely. How did you think I would feel?.
Not close, it's time to move on. Just one last time and I'm gone. Keep telling myself that it's fun to control. . And that's a lie I did well know. I'll return to the scene of the crime.