Cracks on the Ceiling

I've been feeling a lot like the cracks in my ceiling Tired of being so defeated I've been thinking I might be who you been missing But who the hell am I kidding Maybe it's better this way Before I turn into someone you hate Looking at you is like salt in my wound Cause I know that things won't be the same I can hear her nothing more than a whisper Loud enough to remember It's safe to say now I'm just lost in the crowd And I won't be found by anyone else Maybe it's better this way Before I turn into someone you hate Looking at you is like salt in my wound Cause I know that things won't be the same Followed the light to your room Didn't know what else I could do I'll wait patiently on the edge of my seat Hoping one day that I'll make it through I've been feeling a lot like the cracks on my ceiling I've been thinking I might be who you been missing (End)