I hope all this was worth it.
The lies, the cries, the cutting ties;
I'm sorry I couldn't satisfy.
The arrogance that you portray
I think I'm finally getting over,
Without getting over ON.
I doubt my war's ever been closer
To finally being won.
Why do the ones that 'love' me hurt me the most?
All I ever wanted was to hold her heart close.
I did my best and it wasn't enough,
I should be used to it but it's still so rough.
If my end is my beginning, than why am I so insecure?
If you say your war is ending, will you need me like you did before?
You said we were connected, but you walked right out the door...
You say that I have power, than why do I feel so poor?
Light us aflame, the only lovers still alive
Smoke the ashes of our beloved dead
We won't think of what we're doing,
Smoke will fill our empty heads