& Here you go again, |
It takes a lonely heart to wish they were dead, |
Are you going to help me runaway? |
Don't play me like a toy, |
She was so scared that she was going to lose him, |
She didn't cry that night because of misery or shame, |
& I guess when you really think about it, |
For it wasn't the words that were said that tore them apart that night, |
She squeezed his hand tighter and tighter, |
The walls don't only hold the pain of you being gone, |