Walking in was difficult. You were tied up so pretty, perfectly. Somehow it’s the same. You were always set to self destruct. I know I stand too close. And the truth is, you’re not good for me! But thanks for all the good times! I’ve got to leave…..
I kept putting myself out there. I choke on every second, (I’ve ran on empty) But it never gets me anywhere. (I’ve got rope) The ropes tighten and you beg. I feel sorry for you. (I won’t cut you down) it may seem cold and cruel, But I think we’re even.
Dealing with this is so f’ing hard. One day I’ll remove the scar. And the truth is, you’re not good for me! But thanks for all the good times! I’ve got to leave…..
I kept putting myself out there. I choke on every second, (I’ve ran on empty) But it never gets me anywhere. (I’ve got rope) The ropes tighten and you beg. I feel sorry for you. (I won’t cut you down) it may seem cold and cruel, But I think we’re even.