I look at you, and then voices are raised. When your heart's made of stone, things just turn out that way. I can't think, I can't breathe, yeah, I'm gasping for air. You see me falling, but you just don't care. I see your hopes and mine bursting at the seams, and we've given up on each of our dreams. You look at me, and we don't make a sound. You say, "Swear that you're not going down."
Well I tried, but I failed and it all fell apart. When we said, "good bye," the words broke my heart. Together, I know we could take on the world, but I can't stay with you. I'm sorry, I'm not gonna change.
This whole charade has become a disaster, and I'm always hating these questions and answers.