Smell the insecurity you put on my skin.
Taste the angry optimism you let sink in.
Look at the mess you’ve made, look at the girl you’ve torn apart.
Look at the want you’ve created again.
I don’t know where this goes,
But I, know where it ends too well.
I’ll be crying on the floor,
And you’ll just shut the door, thinking you’ve done me some good.
Thinking you’ve done me some good.
Hear the faded love as it cries,
Feel how it lingers in our eyes,
Look at the mess I’ve created,
Look at the girl, I let you tear apart,
Look at the want you’ve created again,
Look at tonight, with the same old eyes.
I don’t know where this goes,
But I, know where it ends too well.
I’ll be crying on the floor,
And you’ll just shut the door, thinking you’ve done me some good.
Thinking you’ve done me some good.
It has to end right here,
I won’t shed another tear for you,
You’ve caused enough,
I’ll let go,
Because I can,
Because I must,
If I want to love,
Again.
When have you done me good?
When have you done me good?
When have you done me good?