In the end
sticking around didn't matter
could've gone sooner
would've been better
better late than never they say
don't know if thats the case
think you got a hold on me
think you're in control
find you're wrong as i slip through your fingers
turn your back
i wont be there when you turn around again
I'm growing so cold
no warmth to comfort me
an empty seat is where i rest my head
things are hardly ever what they seem
