we speak the way we breathe

oh, not now. not again.
(now. again.)

i thought all hope died a long time ago but i suppose i was wrong.
or this wouldn't feel like this.

the kind of hurt that makes you want to crawl out of your
i mean this has to be the death

how am i going to?

i didn't believe in
until i found
and now he goes home to someone else.

that has to be the death of something.

any sadder words than "i really loved you"?