Well, I’ve lost it all I’m just a silhouette, a lifeless face that you’ll soon forget. My eyes are damp from the words you left, ringing in my head when you broke my chest, ringing in my head when you broke my chest.
And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one. ‘Cause most of us are bitter over someone. Setting fire to our insides for fun, to distract our hearts from ever missing them, but I am forever missing him.
And you caused it.
