How long til I don't have to feel a single thing when I see your face?
'Til I don't have butterflies in my stomach
or shivers down my spine
or an aching in my bones
or the feeling of being whole
yet feeling alone

How long until you don't mean anything to me?
Til it feels like it was all just a bad dream
and when I wake up from the catastrophe
will my body still feel the same when I hear your voice
say my name?

How long until I'm just able to just let it all go?
To finally be able to separate my temptations from what I know
To finally be able to say this was never a good idea
and even though your dark eyes make everything seem crystal clear
this is nothing more than a hazy mistake

You will never fill the crack in my heartache

So how long before I just let go?

There's a piece of me
That I'll never get back
No matter what I do
You stole me.

I'll never get it back.

Love doesn't live here in this room, there's only me and you, and the roses covering this floor that take me back to the nights where we knew what we were fighting for...

There's a thousand things to say but I've got just so few words. And every time I hold your hand it reminds me of my own funeral

Cause you take the best of me and you throw it all away. But if you didn't want me for who I am, then why do you still stay? Another nail in this coffin door. Love doesn't live here anymore.

And in the summer we both danced by the fire we built in the sand. But it was too close to the sea And the waves put out the flame that burned in you and me.

But I never wanted things to end like this... We're still holding onto cold hearts. We're still trying to make a spark within our kiss, but it was over from the start. And now we don't make sense anymore and we're dying just to find if we're worth living for.

Cause you take the best of me and you throw it all away. But if you didn't want me for who I am, then why do you still stay? Another nail in this coffin door. Love doesn't live here anymore.

And now I have a blank canvas, but you just fill it all in black. And you leave an empty hole where my heart should be painted at. But I'm learning to take control so I'll paint it red myself. Because I know that you can't paint me properly when you're just wishing I were somebody else.

So I'll let your hand go and I'll take the best of me. I'll learn to make it on my own. Within this dark room I am freed. Another painting on the wall.

Love lives in here after all.

My thoughts will destroy me
more than blades
ever could.