These are the wounds that give shape to who I am.

Do you miss me the way I miss you? The ways I miss you...

Do you hurt the way I hurt? The ways I hurt...

Lonely and hollow, but I'm still here, forgotten.

Could you lie to me and call it the truth? Tell me the truth...

I'm just another not-good-enough, another I "love" you, but...

I offered my whole heart; abused it, beat and bruised it.

I never saw you as perfect, just beautifully flawed.

All of me, I'm such a damned fool

Let you in, thought you were safe

Thought that maybe I had a chance

But I was wrong, I was wrong.

I never saw you as perfect, just beautifully flawed.