This should've been it but instead I am forced to feel dead play with another's emotions feel the weight of truly being lonesome trouble me when the evening dreams of drowning itself in expensive red wine move me a little closer from time to time I love you say you're mine but I'd fuck you over too it's better this way, you always knew, my imagination want to kill fate, he brought you my everything and now it wont let me leave I pull, and forget, I'm still not home yet how can you speak with hesitation in your voice when i was your only choice worth loving longer I wish you would if only now but you never understood