He’s hurting her,
but she’s learned to hurt herself.
He always knew,
he was putting her through hell.
He was playing with her,
and she played all along.
They were making it work,
they were holding on.
She looked at him and said,
“Our passion and our hopes are dead.
If people aren’t medicine,
then how do I fix myself?"
I’m always upset,
and you knew it well.
You can’t just glue the broken
or fill a hollow shell.
She didn’t love him,
but she needed his touch.
He needed her,
but she wasn’t much.
She didn’t love him,
but she needed his touch.
He needed her,
but she wasn’t much.
She didn’t love him,
but she needed his touch.
He needed her,
but she wasn’t much.
He’s hurting her,
but she’s learned to hurt herself.
He always knew,
he was putting her through hell.
He was playing with her,
and she played all along.
They were making it work,
they were holding on.
She looked at him and said,
“Our passion and our hopes are dead.
If people aren’t medicine,
then how do I fix myself?"
I’m hanging on by a thread
but I’m hanging on nevertheless
I’m working towards a better me
I’m getting rid of stress.
t’s plain to see we weren’t perfect
It’s pain to see you didn’t care.
I’m searching for a better life
With out you there.
