How can you desire not one thing, yet look at me that way?
How can you speak those words with no intention?
How can you leave me guessing what I should or shouldn't say?
Your motives are beyond my comprehension

It never meant a thing to you, beginning or the end
No in-betweens or could-have-beens exist
I made myself a fool for even trying to be your friend
And living my life on your waiting list

There was not enough of you to have; though I tried to take too much.
Your eyes so shallow that I could not drown.
So instead, I went and hung myself on your every single word,
And now there's no one who can cut me down.