
You know the tears that fall,
Like when there is no sunshine,
Shredding the room,
And my insides they feel so empty and cold,
Without your mending touch,
To cover all my bruises,
I’ve collected from you.
But would you ever tell me the truth?
Or would you cover it up,
With another excuse?
Is this what you call “love”?
Would you carry me on through?
What if I wanted to break?
Would you tell me the same things you did,
Like the first day we met?
And what if I fell to the floor,
Bleeding and broken before?
What would you do?
To make this right again?
Whoa take me high,
Carry me, carry me,
I need these wings to fly,
No more will I live through your lies,
You can take away my breath,
Strangle me all that you like,
But a life can always live on through,
The memories they once had.
So this is another thing I never knew,
How cruel you could be,
Now if I never came back?
Would you have altered your ways?
Or would have you just been the same?
If I were still dying in front of your eyes.
Now what would you do for me?
It’s not that I can’t live through this life,
I just wanted it to be more,
Then the price I’ve paid.
But in the end it all falls apart,
Just like everything I ever dream of,
You know how this makes me feel,
How smart I must be now,
And all of this time I couldn’t even see,
That the person I once loved,
Was killing me.
