It's probably what's best for you,i only want the best for you,And if I'm not the best then you're stuck,i tried to sever ties and,Ended up with wounds to bind,Like you're pouring salt in my cuts.And I just ran out of band-aids,I don't even know where to start,Cause you can't bandage the damage,You never really can fix a heart.Even now I know what's wrong,how could I be so sure,if you never say what you feel, feel
I must have held your hand so tightYou didn't have the will to fightI guess you needed more time to heal