Our end is here,
and the love ceases to live.
our butterflies are dead,
we have nothing left to give.
we were once in love,
but it all seems dead and gone.
I may pick the fights and do the screaming,
but I can't help but see you as my pawn.
so go ahead,
and try to end it here.
I can see you're hurting with this,
it's all so loud and clear.
but time has put out our flame,
and now it feels like this is goodbye.
we've been worn out from all the fights
from every single lie.
you look down at the ground,
and ask me if I love you.
but there's nothing left here,
and all I say is "I used to."
