All that's left in my head,
is this pain, and this dread...

I wake up, try to face the day,
but it's always just the same...

What we had, well it was nice,
but in the end you won't think twice...

I called your phone,
guess you weren't home...

Hollow inside,
you cut to the bone...

Why don't I get a choice,
why must I hear your voice...

There's a chill in the air,
there's a pain inside...

I think that something's wrong,
I think I don't belong...

What did I ever do,
what'd I ever do to you...

I can't stand myself,
well, I make me sick...

We shared this feeling once,
this feeling we both know...

Too many days, too many nights,
too many ways, can't get this right...