Here I stand. Looking in your eyes, I'm an open book. Shattered heart is all I have to give. And that's what you took. Feels so good, that I can't say goodbye.
You could've left me on a Friday. Would've loved to at least had the weekend. To go under, and to stay under, t-to get better, and to stay better. . But you had to pick a Monday.
I never walked on water, never saw. A reason to be going out that far. I never found a star that made a wish. But now the sky is listening to my heart.
We've been through this over for a thousand times. Come on, come on, come on tell me what's on your mind. It doesn't matter, baby what I say. You never seemed to hear me anyway.