Oh, it’s not the London bridge that’s falling down.
But it’s us. We are tearing away what’s bound.
Oh, it’s not the London bridge that is falling down.
But it’s us. We can’t seem to finish the last round.
For every day that goes by I’m losing more hope.
You are pushing my chair. I feel the tightening of the rope.
I can’t breathe, I can’t move. I can’t sleep anymore.
My scars are expanding. Don’t rub it in. I’m too soar.
I hate to feel that I can’t decide. I’m not the person that’s in control.
But it can’t be fought. Whatever. Seems I must run back for more.
Come back home. I need you here. I need your breath in my ear.
Come back home. I need you here. I need to feel you are near.
Every step I take. It’s adding more distance from you.
What am I doing? What’s going on? I need a reason or a clue.
Wish you could feel that I need you. They you could need me back.
But you make me play a game for you. A secret code I have to crack.
I can’t take it. Just tell me straight out and be real.
If you don’t want me, at least let me know how you feel.
I don’t wanna fight. It’s just that I need you next to me tonight.
I don’t wanna fight. It’s just that in my heart I know it’s right.