I see you looking at him as you know who I was
What you need isn't what you want
Your trying to run
Cause we couldn't get it done.
Your scribble marks and inkless pens
Remind me of the sleepless nights I spend
Drawing out the perfect plan
You let it slip right through our hands.
But I know that this is not your fault
Would you sacrifice the ending
To start it all over again
Would you sacrifice the ending
To start it all over.
And if tomorrow was only wishful thinking
I wish to never think of it at all.