Empty Spaces

Now I'm too afraid to love

I feel a blade through my heart

It's me who holds the grip

So when I look down at my feet

I see that it's my blood I've gotta clean

It's not you it's me

It's my blood I've gotta clean

I wish I could fill

The empty spaces in between

They wouldn't know how much you mean to me

Wish I could tell you how I'm feeling

But it's too cold at night for the butterflies to fly

Another day, another rose

Being picked away to the stem

Unfit to grow

Like elderly

Like hardwood to a stump

Is this the way I'll stay for months and months and months?

It's not you it's me

It's my blood I've gotta clean

I wish I could fill

The empty spaces in between

And you don't know much you mean to me

Wish I could tell you how I'm feeling

But it's too cold at night for the butterflies to fly

Cold at night for the butterflies to fly

Cold at night for the butterflies to fly