I am the picture in your head when you think about what could have been
And what really happened instead.
I am the unsatisfied replacement for your undeveloped love for her,

And I can't take it anymore.

When exactly in your busy schedule were you planning on telling me your plans for me?

Cause you planned it out so perfectly.
Every tragedy will have it's end, and I am thanking you for showing me.


I am the number in your contacts that you scroll to when you're all alone
And had a few too many jack and !@%!es.
I am the imperfect distraction when your self-esteem's an all-time low,

And I can't take it anymore.

How exactly do you think I should respond when it's been months since you have spoke to me?

Did you think that I'd say, "certainly"?
Yet another cruel life lesson learned and I am thanking you for teaching me.


I have nothing left to say, can't make myself believe in you anymore.
I can't sit inside this place when the world outside is so alive,
And you make me feel like I am dying.


I am the picture in your head when you think about what could've been,
And I can't take it anymore.


What the hell was going through your head the night you said you loved everything about me?
Did you think I wasn't listening?

I ignored the angel on my shoulder telling me, "That's not how it's supposed to be".
Yelling, "Run away, it's happening!".
Now that I am on the outside looking in, and seeing you with her

I can't believe that I ever wanted that for me.
I don't think I would've seen the end so I am thanking you for leaving me.