I see you looking at him as you know who I was What you need isn't what you want Your trying to run Cause we couldn't get it done. Your scribble marks and inkless pens Remind me of the sleepless nights I spend Drawing out the perfect plan You let it slip right through our hands. But I know that this is not your fault Would you sacrifice the ending To start it all over again Would you sacrifice the ending To start it all over. And if tomorrow was only wishful thinking I wish to never think of it at all.