Sometimes I hate myself for loving you And my dreams are just dramatic versions of And life is short, but so am I. What does it matter anyway? Just a small price that I pay to feel the same way every single day
I want to be somebody else. Sick of myself and how I feel. Don't recognize who I see in the morning. And now I'm waking up to strangers with their shadows on my face. So quickly I remember what it felt like to be in this place
The day is done and he has won again I'm running from the one
The day is done and he has won again I'm running from the one
Oh so tired of this story being told. Suddenly my soul has grown so old?
It's never told in black and white.
That I am always on the run
The day is done and he has won again I'm running from the one
The day is done and he has won again I'm running from the one
It's always coming up so wrong. And I am always on the run. It's always coming up so wrong. And I am always on the run
The day is done and he has won again I'm running from the one
The day is done and he has won again I'm running from the one Who have I become? (Who have I become?) Who have I become? (Who have I become?)