Never thought the world was going to end
Always knew I'd come across your face again
Still healing broken hearts and holding broken bones
Singing 'Taps' off-key and breaking quiet phones
You don't know what you've fucking got until you're left all alone
See the strain in my bloodshot eyes
I'm a hollow box, empty as your fucking lies
And I know I can't fucking live
Because the price that I pay will be the love that I give
Nothing hurts like that look in your eyes
Fuck the day I thought love was more than a lie
I only die every fucking day
Sit alone count the 'no's' of the yesterdays
Those seven days sure made me weak
And when I'm dead and gone
I can't go on
No, I can't go fucking on
No
All I want in these dying days
Is a breath of fresh air, and some sanity
But nothings ever good enough, so I'll take a sad song sure enough
The feeling I'm feeling is a feeling you've felt for far too long
The feeling I'm feeling is a feeling
You've felt for far too fucking long
