The twisted chance I took.
How I thought he was a man
straight out of a romance book.

Why did I fall in love with lines?
He's a runner and he does this every time.

Blurred, debating, miscalculating..
Destroying, suffocating, manipulating..

I never thought I could hate the rain.
I never thought I'd hate the sound of my own name.

"It takes one to know one."
Annoyed with myself because
I know after everything,
I'm still not done.

We were really never anything real..
A thought I'm facing and it's hard to deal.

Left to a world full of emptiness..
Spacing out, my head a complete mess.

He could've left my heart where he dropped me.
Maybe then I could feel some sort of free.

Words that hurt the most at 1am..
Was that we've gone as far as we can.

I don't matter because we've reached the end.
like whatever he felt, just stopped for him.

I've become just another butterfly with torn wings.
While he's moving on to brighter, happier things.