Crossed

Only loved when loving
Ive never felt so alone
to look around these faces
and find not one calls home

Guess I'm not the type of girl
that you think of when you sleep
I'm not the thing you're hugging
because someone cut you deep

I'm not the shoulder you would lean on
unless you were trying to get in
I'm not much but an addiction
of urges and sins

never to be i finally fly
off the bridge thats incomplete
you say such nice things
bring so much heat

and the clothes fall on the floor again
ill pretend that you're the one i lost
late in bed i return for tears
of all the lines that Ive crossed