[bad word] Back to the heartache.
I've lived with you before.
And I can feel you laughing,
you knew that I'd be back for more

Relish in your tenancy,
cuz I can't cry you out.
My tears they all ran dry you see,
the last time around

I'll find a way to co-exist,
this pain a part of me.
chronic stab under my skin.
It's a shame, it's tainting me.

I wish you could see my heart was delicate, fluttering.
Like a bird just fallen from its nest.
With broken wings, I am [bad word]  I cannot fly.
But still I dream that I can touch the sky.