Expressions drop through deadly silence. I'm bruised and broken from a lonely start and now you say you care so much but I know you can't see past yourself. I remember when we seemed so close but now you've changed and I know how this story ends. I never wanted your opinion. I never wanted you fucking help. Tender words with hidden meanings, awkward silence, hardly breathing. These days are getting longer and I'm running out of time. Sometimes I question myself: is this everything? All alone at night inside my head, wasting away. Is this all there is? I've had to much time to think, written songs that I'll never sing, watched a town turn love to hate. Split my guts just to be away, this is everything for now.