The way I hurt is a crime
And I will never be able to let loose and fly,
Because I am nothing without these problems
No matter how hard that I will try.
I can't help you the way I wish I could
But I will try as much as I can of course,
But I'm still here
And ready to support.
So you can call me a friend
And you could call me your mistake,
Because no matter how much we pretend
We'll still wind up with the same heartache.
I know it all seemed crazy from the start,
And you know that it was destined
For both of us to dwell
On top of these blood filled ashes
That fell from our burned out hearts.