you did it before and youll do it again

wasting all the time i spent

you cut off your nose to spite your face

and everything's such a daze

cuz youre not focused and i know

i know that my feelings will show

wish it went back to the way it was

but i know it cant be

im running on empty, im runnin on empty

remember what it meant to me

its up to me, i realize now

i guess its up to me, and ill win somehow

i guess its up to....

youre absent and i know it

and its time to let me show it

i just wish you were the same

i guess its up to me

and i know (lets go)

changing faces and fading fast

the way that you always have

the piece of mind that felt like home

is battered and broken and old

and sometimes things, they pass you by

and thats why im wondering why

the easiest thing is to be weak

and youre lazy so youll stay that way