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.
This, I guess, is to tell you you're chosen out from the rest.
I want to hold the hand inside you. I want to take a breath that's true. I look to you and I see nothing. I look to you to see the truth.
I think of her, but she thinks only of him. And though it’s a whim, she thinks only of him. Oh how long will it take till she sees the mistake she’s made?