I guess it's only fair, I guess that I deserve this.
That you should slowly rip my heart out from my chest,
rip my heart out from my chest.

It wasn't very long ago I told you that I could only be your friend.
I told you that I could only be a friend.
I guess that I have changed but I think that you have too.

And maybe I was scared and somewhat unprepared
to deal with making someone happy other than myself,
to deal with making someone happy other than myself.

It wasn't very long ago my comfort was in you, my comfort was in you.
So now what do I say when pride is in the way?
My words get lost and choked inside.
My words get lost and left inside.