He told me to just be positive about it.
It can't be that bad, it never really is...
I don't know how to be positive when I'm walking away in tears,
I walked out of that room biting my lip so hard it was bleeding.
How could he not see my hands trembling, or hear my broken voice?
Out of sight, out of mind, right?
When I can't see cars, they can't crash into me.
If I can't see the ground, I can't hit it when I jump.
If you can't see me burning, then I must not be.
He's taken a beautifully aimed shot in the dark.
How can I fall so far when I haven't left the ground?
When I walked out of that room, I wished I could run, disappear, anything,
But I couldn't stay there anymore.