i'm not going to lie and say that i love you;
we left our love to die, and pretended not to have a clue.
when all is said and done,
when our love was deceased and gone,
we let ourselves fall apart,
listening to the symphony of our broken hearts.
the melody of our retired love,
is a tragedy on its own
a crippling affliction sent from above,
we're better when we're alone.
we argue, we fight, you ask if i hate you, and i say i might.
we're better off apart,
we knew we were doomed from the start,
i know this won't make it hurt any less,
but trust me,
it's for the best.