I can read your every move.
Your emotions tend to stray towards the fear of letting go, Your actions in dismay.
You said your over this.
I guess you just don't quit.
You can not feel the burn.

We're beating this to death,
We've said all that we can.
Your sorry you don't feel the same.

Walk away from all of this
You know that you'll be missed.
I don't blame you for this,
It's nothing I admit.
Uou said your over this.
I guess you knew you'd quit.
You can not feel the burn