There’s a place in life where people fit,
And we are not a part of this,
Give me the words you took as promises,
Look in my eyes, stop asking them questions,
What do you want from me?Who do you trust in believing, me or your lying eyes?
Your arms will break me,
Your head will keep you where you are,
With unhappy endings.
They say my graveyard’s sleeping fine.
Here I stand, where you stood,
I waited, you asked me.
Where I stand, where you stood,
You’re hearing the last of me.When I said bye, I meant goodbye.
