You look at me,
right into my eyes.
You tell me it's over;
this is the final goodbye.
What did I do,
that I did so wrong?
Why isn't this just,
right where we belong?
You sway your hair,
to the side of your head.
Staring at me,
like you wish I was dead.
There are scars on my heart,
and bruises on my soul.
There's no one else,
that makes me feel so whole.
Now we can't be together;
you've ruined all that.
Not after you were with her,
and all your bullcrap.
I wish that you knew,
just what you've done.
You made me figure out,
that you're not the one.
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