You don't know what it's like to be me
Walking around in ***** history
You seem too alarmed now
Like something's holding you back
I know what you are
You are... You are....


You're better than that.


I think about you all of the time
But I'm so glad that you're no longer mine
We had a good run
Those times were so great
But all of that sweet love


Eventually turned into hate


Now I'm sinking, or am I dreaming?
Life doesn't come with a handbook.

There is a presence
What is this presence?
Trying hold my hand through the rain.