You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don't mean nothing
I'm not a saint it's easy to tell
But guess what honey you ain't no angel
You like to scream, use words as a weapon
Well go head take your best shot woman
I wanna leave you it's easy to see
But guess what honey it's not that easy
We get so complicated (complicated)
These fingers full of memories
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
(Memories)
I wanna run and escape from your prison
But when I leave I feel something is missing
I'm not afraid that's easy to tell
This can't be heaven it feels like I'm in hell
Your like a drug that I can't stop taking
I want more and I can't stop craving
I still want you it's easy to see
But guess what honey your not that good for me
We get so complicated (COMPLICATED)
These fingers full of memories
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
(Memories)
Just bittersweet memories
We get so complicated (complicated)
These fingers full of memories
We get so complicated (complicated)
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
(Memories)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to say
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Pain is an illusion of the senses;
Despair an illusion of the mind.
Pity is the most dangerous of emotions.
Vengeance the purest.
Despair an illusion of the mind.
Pity is the most dangerous of emotions.
Vengeance the purest.