When it was you in a picture I thought that I had everything but the pain you would bring in time brought me the pleasure of all your sweet little misery
Once for you I thought I would die then I saw through your sweet little lie and now for you I feel nothing
Taking a step back so I can breathe now you're only a stepping stone underneath of what I use to feel in your sweet little agony
Thinking someday you might change how it was you were meant to be I tried to give you what you couldn't see then you played that fool of me finding in you what I couldn't rearrange