Youre running rampant through me, infecting everything.
My eyes are red, and Im scared to death.
You dont know what youre
doing.
This is my call to arms, and I have waited far too long.
Maybe Ill never quit, maybe you never meant a single thing you
said.
Well, Ive grown so sick of this.
Confusion fills my head, and Im dripping with regret.
Would you feel better if you never
knew just how I felt?
Does he shake you like I shook you?
And how much do his words weigh?
Is he underneath your fingertips where
I used to lay?
Do his lips taste like forever, as you said mind did?
We were young, thats how it goes.
My eyes are filled with
tears, my hands are to my head.
I know youre happy now, in someone elses bed.
My patience wearing thin, and Ive grown so sick of all
this.
All I want is to be over you.
I just need to know so tell me.
And when I dream you every night (thats how it goes), you
break my heart but its alright (thats how it goes).
Inebriated by your sight (thats how it goes).
Now this is fight of my life (this
is the fight of my life).
All we had is dead and gone.
All you are is a scar.
