And she takes another step. Slowly she opens the door. Check that he is sleeping. Pick up all the broken glass and furniture on the floor. . Been up half the night screaming.
Here I go again. I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today. It's been seven months and counting. You've moved on, I still feel exactly the same.
Never want to fly. Never wanna leave. Never want to say what you mean to me. Never want to run. Frightened to believe. You're the best thing, all about me.