You let her go again, beginning of another endYou're talking to yourself, was she meant for someone else?Your right hand is not a map, you wait until you kick the canYou don't mind, the emptiness is fineAnd all that you can muster is ammo with the condition that I'm inHas got to change, am I deranged?Cause the look on your face plus the hand on her shoulderLive in an imagination that you'd hold herI was only trying to seem like I was fineNever am I out of many wordsOpen the door just to see if it's lockedNow she's gone and you're blockedWell I will never understand the game you playIs it rigged or am I ***? I just can't catch a breakWith every move I unmakeOh the echoing boom and the night getting olderLive in an imagination that you'd hold herOh, I was only trying to seem like I was fineOh, I was only trying to seem like I was fineCause the look on your face plus the hand on her shoulderLive in an imagination that you'd hold herOh, I was only trying to seem like I was fineThe Sunday night market and the hand in love helmetsWishing that you could have had blacked out eyelidsOh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine