Everywhere I go
Everyone I meet
Every time I try to fall in love
They all want to know why I’m so broken
Why am I so cold
Why I’m so hard inside
Why am I scared?
What am I afraid of?
I don’t even know
This story’s never had an end
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been searching
I’ve been hoping
I’ve been dreaming you would come back
But I know the ending of this story
You’re never coming back
Never, never, never, never.
I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know?
It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories.
It just all comes back, but he never does.
I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen.
It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did,
It was the feeling that came along with it.
And the crazy thing is I don’t know if I’m ever going to feel that way again.
But I don’t know if I should.
I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright.
But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you?
Maybe he knew that when he saw me.
I guess I just lost my balance.
I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him.
It was losing me.
Rewind a week ago, when I was happy & care free. The girl I am this week is completely different to the one I was last week.
But I like to think I can cheat it all.
To make up for the times I’ve been cheated on.
And it’s nice to know, when I was left for dead,
I was found and now I don’t roam these streets,
I am not the ghost you are to me.