You took a brush soaked deep in red,
And painted it across a canvas of my life...

Do you miss that guy you use to see,
The one who's now just a memory...

Why do the ones we love hurt us the most?
Why do we let them get so close...

You'll wait until i close the door,
To throw me to the floor...

As I lay here and think of you,
I remember everything we've been through...