It's the same story
The unhappy ending.
I play the loser that seems to be winning.
I seem to be winning in your eyes.
By my action I expose myself,
I open to weakness,
I fall to my own choices,
Feelings so far gone so...
Here I am, opened for you to see what you know.
I'll determine I have tied
My own hands that hold these walls around.
I've risked everything now
I feel myself breaking
You think I never needed to hold anyone else?
I'm scared of losing more,
You think you know me?
You think that I don't feel?
You think you know what you mean to me?
You think I don't hope?