the world is on fire my conscience is dead,
i can't really express the feelings inside my head.
i know i'm a liar and i wish that i was dead,
cause these cuts won't heal because they never really bled.
on my own once again, i'll just sit and pretend,
on my own once again, i wish that i could pretend.
how can you tell me that we still should be friends,
i know all to well that this is probably the end.
we'll never talk i'll get the forwards you send, a fight that won't start,
a wound that won't mend.
i said it before and i'll say it again,
cause i know i'm wrong and we can still be friends.
stuck in a rut i could realy use a hand,
i'll never give up i don't thin i can.