Am I a mess when you see me?
Have I been a mess since you left me?
Am I beautifully broken?
Or just a wound ripped open, by you?
Am I all that I told you?
Have I gave you all that I owe you?
Am I suitably frozen?
Or just cold from the pain that you left me in?
Could I, could I?
Be anything more than this?
Without you could my life be bliss?
Or am I destined to this fate?
And destined to be filled with this hate?
Should I, should I?
Be anything more than this?
Even though it's you that I miss?
Or should I just follow through this fate?
And aim at you all this love and hate?
Am I ever stoned when you see me?
Have I looked away when you've seen me?
Am I out of my mind?
Or just the crazy in-love kind of girl?
Am I allowed to still want you?
Have I ever had the chance to tell you?
Am I awkwardly no-one?
Or just nobody or no-one to you?
Am I the same as you left me?
Have I been the reason you left me?
Am I beautifully broken?
Or broken from all that you've put me through?
