Done Done

Tell me are you better?
Now you put your life on hold
I can't make it better
'Cause this story's getting old

And you took the only part of me
Made it into a misery
Now I'm left in the cold
While this story's getting old

Though I'm done
Can you bring the words I've sought
You're always laying low
How could I let you go?

And did you get a new me
Or something not quite the same
I know that it's been months
But I hope that this wasn't in vain

And a million times I'm told
That my story's getting old
Tell me are you better?
Now your new life starts to unfold

Though I'm done
Can you bring the words I've sought
You're always laying low
How could I let you go?

I know I thought I've pushed you away
But even if I hadn't have done
I doubt you would have stayed
You think you sing these words

In a match sweet away
But if he won't make it better on
Any note he plays

Though I'm done
Can you bring the words I've sought
You're always laying low
How could I let you go?

Though I'm done
Can you bring the words I've sought
You're always laying low
How could I let you go?