I can fabricate it in anyway I want but at the end of it all I know it will always be you
And at the end of it all no matter how hard I try I’ll never nearly cross your mind as often as you race through mine

Im crashing into a harsh reality
I feel like I'm falling to pieces
Is this what it's meant to feel like?
I don't know whether I want to stick around much longer
I think it's hurting more than it should

I never wanted it to end
but it did
only until you were bored and had no one else
it's a ******* cycle, it happened before and it happened again
it matters it's you, but does it matter it's me?

The fear of what you might become and what you might not become hurts and I cannot win
I can't run away now because I might ruin what we could be
But if we be it will turn to ruins anyway,
I'm afraid I can't give you anything