Alone in my room repenting dreaming of a new future.
Something better wishing i was able to burn this picture.
Its crazy but this is where we end it.
Seeing you there watching me here is where we sit.
I know you “feelings fade but memories stick.”
I think we knew this would happen someday.
Sitting here cutting punching hole is my wall.
Wondering if you are ever gonna call.
you walked away and left leaving me nothing.
but this picture and old memories.