When I try to make sense out of what we have I fall into depression
Because I know in my heart that we both grown apart ain't no use in us pretending
We never talk on the phone and you're never at home
And if you are there's always tension
I ain't gonna be that girl that ends up staying sitting around just regretting cause
I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of spiting
My life is a storm full of raining and lightening
My insides are pleading of the screaming
And sometimes I just feel like I'm no longer breathing
I look in your eyes all I see is a demon
I'm tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve and I just don't know why I stay