Nananana, yeah yeah Somebody with you And without you I am nothing But I feel like somebody with you So good that I don't deserve it So close that it's almost perfect To be laying in your arms Even though I broke your heart So high for the chance to fix

Oh, some things you can't go back to Some things you can't go back to Some things need left alone Don't mess with the memories of a life passed on All the tumbling reservations, at the heart of my mistakes 'Cause you let them slip away I don't wanna be a

I (I) hear (hear) your (your) breathing I (I) feel (feel) you (you) leaving A mind full of questions A current to purify Be near when I call your name Don't speak It's leaving your body now A circuit of consciousness

This gift will last forever This gift will never let you down Some things are made from better stuff And you don't give up Your heart's in wide receiving Been too long buried in the sand Just try to understand If you long enough If you're strong enough

And who picks up the pieces Every time two fools collide? To keep our hearts from breaking Every time two fools collide You want things your way And I want them mine And now we don't know Just where you draw the line How can love survive

Blow our soul away Well I'm scared of my reflection Is it mine or is it yours? And I swear I hear the knockin' But there's no one at the door. Don't think I'm losing my perspective Cause I know one thing for sure They've been watching, they've been

I am not empty inside Though I long, to make this right I am not empty Don't want to lose everything Just want to feel again My heart would burst for you If that would make things right I don't feel anything Outside the pain you bring

I thought I lost you! Let it begin! Nobody listens to me Don't hear a single thing I've said Say anything to soothe me Anything to get you from my head Don't know how really it feels To fake the days to make like I don't care Don't know how much it hurts

I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that

Tell me that it isn't true All of those awful things that I have heard I don't want to believe them, all I want is your word I have heard rumors all over town They say that you're planning to put me down All I would like you to do Is tell me that it