I can't clear my mind of yesterday. And all the words I never got to say. Does it feel right? It feels like such a waste. When there's nothing out there that we couldn't change.
Three years lost now with one phone call. But I can't stop you it's not my fault. Nothing I do is good enough, so this is over. This is over. . And I am letting go off you.
The day is gone it starts to hit you. The situation is out of control. The walls are caving in all around you. . You feel like you're always left of the center.
You're a shadow of what you used to be. And I don't know who's staring back at me. But it's too late for you. There's nothing else left that I can say to you.