so many things I would've done, but what's right?
Tears and fears and feeling proud to say I love you right out loud. The dizzy dancing way you feel as every fairytale comes real. . . I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show; you leave them laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know. Don't give yourself away.
And I’d know what to do if I just knew what’s coming. I would change myself if I could. I would say that I’m sorry to you. I don’t want to call you, but then I want to call you. . .selfish pride. It's true, I took for granted you were with me. But you looked right through me; we were broken.
Something’s gone. I'm withdrawn and I’m not strong like before I was. I'm pretty sure I can't take anymore. I burn candles and stare at your ghost. And some great need in me starts to bled. I’ve lost my self, there’s nothing left. It’s all gone. The static is getting louder, I can't hear what you say.
There's nothing left between you and me. How's it going to be? I don't know you anymore; now that you don't know me. A silence I can't ignore when you're not there to talk to.
It's hard for me to say, I hope I got it right. Well, something's lost, but something's gained. I've looked at love from both sides now, from give and take, and still somehow. . .it's love's illusions I recall. I really don't know love.
And I’d know what to do if I just knew what’s coming. I would change myself if I could. I would say that I’m sorry to you. I don’t want to call you, but then I want to call you. . .selfish pride. It's true, I took for granted you were with me. But you looked right through me; we were broken.
Something’s gone. I'm withdrawn and I’m not strong like before I was. I'm pretty sure I can't take anymore. I burn candles and stare at your ghost. And some great need in me starts to bled. I’ve lost my self, there’s nothing left. It’s all gone. The static is getting louder, I can't hear what you say.
There's nothing left between you and me. How's it going to be? I don't know you anymore; now that you don't know me. A silence I can't ignore when you're not there to talk to.
It's hard for me to say, I hope I got it right. Well, something's lost, but something's gained. I've looked at love from both sides now, from give and take, and still somehow. . .it's love's illusions I recall. I really don't know love.