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It's not the same bed- It's not the same face
So why can i smell them all over his sheets again?
My loss is your most precious gain
My shattered love could never be given,
You know you left me here with this disease and no cure,
You know you left me here with the worst curse,
I'll stalk secret cravings and this never satisfied thirst,
I'll never trust those hands again,
Two hundred days and sixty more sleeping with fame
One hundred left hating mistakes he has yet to make,
Paying the price for you breaking me
From my perfect condition to a ghost of me,
Paying the price for your lonely days far gone,
 I'm already hating him for all the things he hasn't done.
 Healing the thought you can't make it up to me
I've waited for the wind to blow my way for so long
I can't barely feel it in my lungs anymore
I will let you run after this until you collapse at my feet
I will give you hope in the name of deceit
From the bottom of my heart you deserve to feel
What i'll be feeling for my wasted years,
The sickness of insecurity
Running through all my bones and my entire body.