It's when I'm alone that I start thinking about what I've done,
And all those stupid little things.
I know I never wanted to hurt you and I get so scared that I can't fly.
I feel like someone came along and clipped my wings.
(And sometimes I feel so blind.
Help me. I cannot see all of the things I've done to you.
And sometimes I fear that we can't return to the place we once started from.
I can tell by the look on your face
that things won't be solved so easy as I wish.
But I understand, and I'm trying to push these thoughts away.
Unfortunately it looks like it'll be far too late to make you stay.
Today you came to my house and took every last thing
That was yours except what I'd given. To start your life anew.
And I can admit that I was wrong, and that I'll have the memories
because it's all I've got left of you.