And what’s ironic to me
The ones that don’t ever leave think that they know
She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out
Holding onto a dream
The fall, the blame, the pain’s still there
I'm here alone inside of this broken home
My shrink is telling me I got crazy dreams
She’s also saying I got low self-esteem
Cause you walked out and left me stranded
Nothing left but picture frames
I won't waste another day wishing this would fade away
Running, we're not looking back
I don’t recall a single word, you hit me faster than I hurt