You look so sweet waiting for me, while I wait for her to give me any to leave. Don’t waste your pretty sympathy. She’s gonna be just fine.
Falling, yes I am falling. And she keeps calling me back again.
Piece by piece I fell far from the tree. I will never leave her like you left me. And she will never have to wonder her worth because unlike you I’m gonna put her first.
I don’t want your body but I hate to think about you with somebody else. Our love has grown cold. You’ve intertwined your soul with somebody else.
The guy who put his hands on you has got nothing to do with me. And the bruises that you feel will heal and I hope you’ll come around. Cause we’re missing you.
That I would be good whether with or without you.
Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, or would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place should I leave it there?