Sometimes i hate myself for loving you...
And my dreams are just dramatic versions of
My real life.

And life is shortbut so am i.
What does it matter anyway?
Just a small price that i pay to feel the same way every single day...

Every single day...

I want to be somebody else.

Sick of myself and how i feel.
Don't recognize who i see in the morning.
Used to be so clear.

And now i'm waking up to strangers with their shadows on my face.
So quickly i remember what it felt like to be in this place...
To be in this place...


The day is done and he has won
Again i'm running from the one

I love but i don't know
If its true.
Do i love you?


The day is done and he has won
Again i'm running from the one

I love but i don't know
If its true.
Who have i become?

Who have i become?
Who have i become?


And now i'm tired
Oh so tired of this story being told.
When did i wake up and

Suddenly my soul has grown so old?

You're never wrong.

You're never right.
It's never told in black and white.


To my surprise
I realize
That i am always on the run...

Always on the run...

The day is done and he has won

Again i'm running from the one
I love but i don't know
If its true.

Do i love you?

The day is done and he has won

Again i'm running from the one
I love but i don't know
If its true.

Who have i become?
Who have i become?
Who have i become?


It's always coming up so wrong.
And i am always on the run.

It's always coming up so wrong.
And i am always on the run...


The day is done and he has won
Again i'm running from the one
I love but i don't know

If its true.
Do i love you?


The day is done and he has won
Again i'm running from the one
I love but i don't know

If its true.
Who have i become?
Who have i become?

Who have i become?
Who have i become?
Who have i become? (who have i become?)
Who have i become? (who have i become?)