There's so much to say so where do I begin to start?
and I can't pretend like there is nothing, wrong with me.
It's like a dark cloud, is covering me...
The wind is blowing faster than, I can keep up.
This can't be true, this was never like you.
Every time you speak to her, my veins begin to close.
and I can't pretend that you will ever, really want me.
and it's not, no it's not
all my fault.
It's like a dark cloud, is covering me...
The wind is blowing faster than, I can keep up.
This can't be true, this was never like you.
and when I leave, I won't look back.
You'd better not call.
You'd better not stay around me.
You're too late.
Too late, to make a difference.
Too late to call me yours, oh oh