I don't think that I could ever understand myself with you.
I don't think that I could ever break myself in spite of you.
I know that I could fly and if I only had myself to give,
I'd feel like I could try another waist of time I could not live.
My only crime; my waste in you.
My only line; I cross, I knew.
That when the world comes down on me,
My only crime!
Conversation feels as if it only seems to go your way.
If I get my word, I would only be around to say.
I know that I would be a little less off Staying here with you
I vision so much more. I've got to face this sorted, twisted view.
My only crime; my waste in you.
My only line; I cross, I knew.
That when the world comes down on me,
My only crime!
I notice. I follow.
It's all in vain; I swallow.
My patience, your patience.
Was lost, I feel your vacence.
I know you, you know me.
For that waist, I'm sorry.
I don't think that I could ever understand myself with you.
I don't think that I could ever break myself in spite of you.
I know that I could fly and if I only had myself to give,
I'd feel like I could try another waist of time I could not live
I cannot convince you.
I know you've learn to break me down.