when i told you i was sorry,
i knew it wasn't true,
but i wanted you to go.
feelings used to tell me what i like to hear,
but now they're gone,
and when i need them most.
don't you know it hurts me too,
to see your face.
don't you know it hurts me too.
when you're satisfied with ordinary things,
i think it's time for me to go back home.
just because i'll always be the one to blame,
it doesn't mean that you'll always be alone.
don't you know it hurts me too,
to see you go.
don't you know it hurts me too,
reaching for your face.
holding onto nothing...
breathing in what isn't there...
reaching for your face...
satisfied with nothing...
breathing in what isn't there...
but somethings gotta give,
maybe we can try and work this out.
but somehow i don't see that coming true...
cause you don't seem to care,
and i don't feel like trying.
maybe it's not worth that much to you.