I've been waiting for a good day
I've been holding back long enough
I've been hurting to tell you something
It's not the falling of the temperature
That's making all our bones run cold
It's the breeze you make
The presence felt when you're around me
It feels like I'm at an all time low
Slightly bruised and broken
From our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
Another tragic case of felling
Bruised and broken
From our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
Another tragic case and I'm still
Waiting for a good day
I think I've held this long enough
I think it's safe to tell you some things
It's not just what you say to people
And it's not the way you look at me
It's the way you present yourself for all of
Your worst critics to see
You were gone
All this time and you just didn't now it yet
