Childish hopes up in the air,
shot down with one cold stare.
Everytime I thought we're good,
Something inside you I never understood.
What did I do? Just not good enough for you?
Why then did you lure me in, and call my name?
To you it was just some sick game.
Never thought someone could act this way.
Was it because you never no matter what I'd stay?
What did I do? Just not good enough for you.
Why did you seek me out, hide me away,
Its a game I dont want to play.
What did I do? Maybe just too good for you.
Its cold and another storm a bruin,
and Im still amongst the ruins.