I'm confused about the feelings of my own heart,
wandering around and I don't know where to start.
Im tripping over my own two feet,
do I know who I am or what is me?
Feeling empty and lifeless-palest flesh my skin,
holding all the misery-trapping it within.
Looking in the mirror I'm ugly and abused,
tired and weary I'm afraid I'm of no use.
Chorus:
It was never about me,
it was never about you.
it was about us
and what we were meant to go through.
But we never made it
now I feel so separated.
I miss the smiles that brought me up when I was down,
now I wander the world to be lost and never found.
Sometimes I catch myself asking if you feel the same,
in a hollow world where life seems so mundane.
I've got the gun with the trigger right along my finger
I used to live but now I merely roam and linger.
Life is no longer what it used to be to me,
I find there's no reason left that I should breathe.
Chorus:
It was never about me,
it was never about you.
it was about us
and what we were meant to go through.
But we never made it
now I feel so separated.
"I used to love you once" calls the echo of her voice
and I replied that she left me by her own choice.
That she broke my heart and threw all my love away
she was the one to leave and I remained to stay.
Chorus:
It was never about me,
it was never about you.
it was about us
and what we were meant to go through.
But we never made it
now I feel so separated.
