I’d conjure up the thought of being gone,
But I’d probably even do that wrong,
I try to think about which way,
Would I be able to and would I be afraid.
'Cause oh I'm bleeding out inside,
And I don’t even mind.
It’s all your fault,
You called me beautiful,
You turned me out,
And now I can’t turn back.
I hold my breath,
Because you were perfect,
But I’m running out of air,
And it’s not fair.
Relevant for the last 6 months and counting.