well, I’ve lost it all; I’m just a silhouette
a lifeless face that you’ll soon forget
my eyes are damp from the words you left,
ringing in my head when you broke my chestand if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one,
‘cause most of us are bitter over someone
setting fire to our insides for fun
to distract our hearts from ever missing them
but I’m forever missing himand you caused it.