I was trying to fix you. Hoping that your heart would heal and you could finally love me.
Should of try and fix myself instead. Years passed by and I stand here alone, while your lying mouth opens to catch some other heart to shred.
Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.
In my head, alone. In my heart, alone. In my bed, alone. In my house, alone.
And I don’t know if this is a promise or just a fact of the present tense. Alone feels good when I think of all the times I’ve cried.
Alone feels good when I now think of you. All my hopes of love are vanished, and it’s like I can hear you smile…