i never knew perfection til i heard you speak, and now it kills me just to hear you say the simple things. now waking up is hard to do and sleeping is impossible too, everything is reminding me of you. what can i do? it's not right, not OK, but maybe we're better off this way? i'm not fine, i'm in pain, it's harder everyday but maybe we're better off this way, it's better that we break. a fool to let you slip away, i chase you just to hear you say that you're scared and that you think that i'm insane but it's not right, not OK