i'm not bitter, this shows i care
your plane flew back and straight into my head. sometimes i wish you'd fly out of my life, but then again i'd rather die. your scent, the sight, it brings it back to flash before my eyes, a teasing kiss to the lips of your memory. it's a kiss that's sure to lie, it's as sincere as a kiss with open eyes, telling me that everything's going to be alright. this room has tragedy on the walls, your eyes they stroll from sky to floor. falling out of love with you is the hardest thing i'll ever do, and cutting off my words to you, is just something that i have to do. tell me what's on your mind, i know because your mine. i spoke to your saviour, he's not coming to my aid. i'll cope just fine, i'll need a bottle, and it's going to take some time, but i know everything can get back to being right. one last time you'll try to hide, tell me what's on your god-damned mind, i know this because you're mine.