You know I'd rather not be here
I like to close my eyes
But I never wanted anything
Until I wanted you
Don't look at me
You see through what I try to be
And when you leave
I'll hold the flowers that you gave me
(Don't look at me
You see through what I try to be
And when you leave
I'll hold the flowers that you gave me)
When do they stop taking from me?
I think I tried to change
But why would I be alone
When I could always be with you?