No matter what I do, I always seem to end up on my own. Was there something wrong with me? Or was I just to blind to see? It hurts to see your face, to think about what we couldn't be. I know I can do better, but will I live long enough to see?
Say it to my face, tell me that you never loved me. 'Cause all I need to know, is that one hard truth that always haunts my soul. All I need to know, is that I was wrong.
All I need to know, is that I'm not still alone. Does my heart still have it's home? Do you feel the same way too? Because I can't deal with the thought that you were never even real. No I cannot deal with the reality that you were never real.