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Feeling low, like I'm ready to crack and |
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Slowly moving from bending to breaking |
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I stay diluted to avoid the pain |
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But I give her more than she can take |
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I'm only killing the only haven |
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The still asylum I haven't destroyed yet |
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And when it's gone I'm left with nothing |
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This isn't what we counted on |
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This isn't what we said it'd be |
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The fantasy is dead |
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And I can't feel it |
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This isn't what we counted on |
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This isn't what we said it'd be |
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The fantasy is dead |
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And long forgotten |
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I told her she was killing me and |
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She said she was already dead |
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Every ounce of emotion fades |
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And I promise you it'll end someday, I hope |
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I'm only hoping that this is common |
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She's all I'm living with when all this fades away |
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And when it's gone I'm left with nothing |
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She doesn't need it |
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She doesn't need it |
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My optimism is masking my failure |
