Letting go of my love with a strangers breath against my skinnI left my heart 200 miles away, I never had it backnIt all fell apart and the blood ran cold through these dead veinsnStanding by your side without saying a word. I was breathlessnNothing left to believe in. Your worn face and hands tell the stories of solitudenEndless Friday nights and fucking fearnFinally breaking our silence, only to find out the harsh realitynThat catches up on me, on these winter nights that came to soon (too fucking soon)nI'm only 19 years old but there's so much pain in herenFuck this pain!nSo look past my skin, look past these scars, look past the glimmer of hope in my eyesnIf I'm honest to myself it feels like you're only haunting me