Sometimes I think it might
      be better to be dead
             already so then maybe
                     it wouldn't hurt so much
                             seeing you moved on already

                                                                             did you ever really care?
                                                                                   about what we had?
or was it all just a game to you?
       just a puppet in your hands
           I forgot how to smile
                and now I have to relearn
                   everything I thought I knew
                        just like breathing
                            now it feels like pulling teeth
                                                                   Sometimes I think it would be better
                                                                 to be dead already
                                                             so then I wouldn't have to remember
                                                     the way you lied when you said you loved me
     there was no warmth in your arms
          and there's only distance in the stars
                I think I'm waiting
                      but for what I don't know
                                                                maybe there's hope somewhere out there
       but can I find it?