sometimes i find myself thinking
about how my life would be without you
i don't find myself thinking about you often
but when i do it cuts to the core
i find myself retracting the lines
right back to that december night
what if my mother was right?
what if im not a good person
maybe that's why i can't find someone to love me
that's why i can't get them to stay
what if the things that i've been told are true?
what if im the only thing i have to fear?
what if the knife that ive been playing with
will be the thing to end my pain?
what if the things that ive been told are true?
what if im never destined to make it out of here?
what if the shade that ive been throwing
will be thrown back at me?
i once thought that finding you was like a pot of gold
it was so rare but then you went and fooled me
led me on for countless weeks, or maybe you just weren't that into me
what if the things that i've been told are true?
what if im the only thing i have to fear?
what if the knife that ive been playing with
will be the thing to end my pain?
what if the things that ive been told are true?
what if im never destined to make it out of here?
what if the shade that ive been throwing
will be thrown back at me?
what if the things that i've been told are true?
what if im the only thing i have to fear?
what if the knife that ive been playing with
will be the thing to end my pain?
what if the things that ive been told are true?
what if im never destined to make it out of here?
what if the shade that ive been throwing
will be thrown back at me?
what if the things that i've been told are true?
what if im the only thing i have to fear?
what if the knife that ive been playing with
will be the thing to end my pain?
what if the things that ive been told are true?
what if im never destined to make it out of here?
what if the shade that ive been throwing
will be thrown back at me?
what if the things that i've been told are true?
what if im the only thing i have to fear?
what if the knife that ive been playing with
will be the thing to end my pain?
what if the things that ive been told are true?
what if im never destined to make it out of here?
what if the shade that ive been throwing
will be thrown back at me?
