I realise my heart may still be tender,
but his bullet can never assault what I have...

Do you ever trust the beating
of those little throbbing whispers...

Yes I was his victim!
Yes i am a survivor...

My naive heart forgave you once,
when you came begging for another chance...

I gaze into the mirror
and I wonder who I am...

You convinced yourself that I would belong to you
always and forever...

If I taste my dreams,
temptation leads me into believing...

What once was a box of memories,
becomes a box of junk...

You seem to have become addicted
to a growing fascination...

You have been stealing from me since I can...
and ever since then...

I never stay committed to anything in my life,
but I've made a damn good job...

Once upon a time
you were my everything...