Run Your Own Life

How can I hold your hand again. Looking back I did all I could do. It feels that you broke yourself on me and all the things you said I put you through. But I'm not to blame, you choose your own way. I can't accept all the things you said. We pushed our time for far too long and to try a rematch would be so damn wrong. So you can tell yourself what you want to. It's so easy to convince yourself and what you say to be true. How can I argue with a prophet when all you speak of are all the things that you'll change next. Is this a revolving door? How do I find all the torn, am I such a shattered soul that I can't be left alone. I'd like to break every fucking bone in your body and make you bleed like you made me feel. So fucking weak. I'd like to smash your face in because you made me question my beliefs.