In your eyes I'll say too much, I'll sever all our ties.
They say that stone hearts don't bleed, and tin hearts won't rust.

What about me, what about you, what about us? (x2)

I can no longer fill all of my dark moments with visions of you.
I'm starting to find your faults a home within me.

Darkened rooms and night lights remind me of you.
And after drowning in your eyes, the ocean doesn't seem so blue.
That's something that I should have told you when I had the chance,
because now I am just drowning in my self-regret.
I'll look for better days to come, but find hopeless nights alone.
The theme of my life has finally been shown to me.
But you can change all of that by putting your hand upon my shoulder.
I'll leave you a small token of me, a picture of you, and that song we always sang.
That should close the book and kill the pain.
That should kill all the pain, and if not, then we meant nothing at all.

They say that stone hearts don't bleed, and tin hearts won't rust.

What about me, what about you, what about us? (x4)
And what about all the pain? (What about me, what about you?) (x2)

You say too much. Sever all our ties.
And you do believe, that all wounds won't heal.