I held it closely right beside my heart
Where you used to be
Where you used to be
It's just a bottle and all that's left is glass
I feel this empty
I feel this empty
Oh I hate to admit that you're gone
And I lay these words down
Like flowers on a grave
Play every sound
Of every melody we made
Of queens & crowns
Was it memory or charade
A charade
Tomorrow I'll rise
Maybe I'll be happier
Like I used to be
Like I used to be
I can't feel anything
And it's hiding all my pain
Oh I cry out
Oh I cry out
Oh I hate to admit that you're gone
Oh I hate to admit that you're gone
And I lay these words down
Like flowers on a grave
Play every sound
Of every melody we made
Of queens & crowns
Was it memory or charade
A charade
