In the end,
its all going down.
In the end,
you're going to leave me,
just like the rest of them.
I told you I don't feel,
don't feel a thing,
but I was lying.
I was afraid of being hurt,
falling apart,
and yet you made me do those things.
In the end,
you're going to get sick of me.
And yet I'll still be going after you.
I said I didn't feel a thing,
I had put walls up,
yet you knocked them down without a sweat.
You made me feel,
and crushed my feelings.
My heart was destroyed,
burned to ash,
and thrown away.
You did those things to me,
and yet I'll still be going after you.
I don't know what to do anymore,
my life has been washed away
down your drain,
and you didn't care.
You broke down my walls without a sweat,
and I let you do it,
without knowing you'd destroy me.
After all you've done,
all you've created,
and all you've destroyed,
I'll still be going after you.
