I used to just fly
But now I'm falling
On the ride down
The sweet ground is calling

What's better?
To burn or to crash?
Either way,
I'm transforming to ash.

I feel pain
But I don't.
I feel numb
But I don't.
I want to cry
But I won't.
I want to try
But I won't.

I'm starting
To see myself
As just another book
On your 10-story shelves.

I'm dying inside
Being eaten alive
By this sensation.

This unending suffering...
Is your creation.

I wish you felt same as I do
Wish you were hurting like me
Can't even look at other guys
You make moving on look so easy

I wish you cried yourself to sleep each night
Wish you were haunted by dreams
You're too busy to think about me
At least that's the way it seems

You make time for everyone else
Not the girl you used to love
I will never be enough for you
No longer who you're daydreaming of

I hate that after four months
Still haunted by what used to be
Want to let go but it's so hard
Accepting that you don't want me