Tell me this, could it be suddenly,

I'm not like I once used to be,

and I was all that I had,

which wasn't all much in the end



and this head, this heart,

was breaking apart by the start,

so long, im gone



If this wasn't your plan, what was it then,

to leave me like this, I can't understand

the point of all that you've done with your time,

in pictures your mine



lift your head, out of bed and realize,

that everything else is a lie,

and when you wake will you say,