It feels like the words written on my face I love you have been replaced with the Things we don’t want to say The things we don’t want to say I sat confused, I knew I was losing you Three years and seven days What the hell is another day You shaved your head, you were painted red I’m not coming home again You're staying here alone again Maybe you should Know What you really meant What you meant to me Now Now the feelings dead Now you’re dead to me It seems like we crawl back to the start I move forward, you push back and try break my heart Does time really help us at all Does time really help? I sat confused, I knew I was losing you Three years, eleven days What the hell is another day You lay in bed saying you’d rather be dead Don’t worry ill be alright, I’ll see you in another life Maybe you should Know What you really meant What you meant to me Now Now the feelings dead Now you’re dead to me Does time really help us at all 'Cause I’m not really seeing how everything went wrong Know What you really meant What you meant to me Now Now the feelings dead Now you’re dead to me