I don't want to run away, but I can't take it. I don't understand. If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
It was you and me against the world. And you promised me forever more. Was it something that I said? Was it something that I did? ‘Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful.
Falling, yes I am falling. And she keeps calling me back again.
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?