This wasn't meant to be a love song. Matter of fact this was about hate. I fucking said it, I don't regret it. A little much or a little too late. . I turned away just one too many times.
Feels like I'm running in place. A past I can't erase. I'm breaking, breaking apart. (I know they're after me). . It's like I'm fading each day. They took it all away.