All Good Things - The Escape Artist

I’m tired, tired and growing jaded

'Cause the only sound I’m hearing

Is the sound of my own breathing

I’ve tried, tried to break the silence

But the calm just turns to violence

And my hands won’t stop bleeding

As my knuckles split, and the bone breaks in two

I dedicate it to you, because the pain makes it real (makes it real)

Don’t care to think how I feel (how I feel)

And every memory I shared with you becomes a leech

A leech to bite my youth

Why is this reoccurring?

I can’t see clearly, my visions blurring

My hands are numb but I can feel them burning

I am alone, and I am hurting

As far as I’m aware, you’re too far away to care

All good things they come to an end

As far as I have come, all things said and done

All good things they come to an end

Closed eyes (closed eyes), I refuse to look

I can’t accept that you’re not here

Cold air (cold air), sharp against my lungs

But right now I can’t breathe enough

No space (no space), left inside my head

A war that’s raging on, and on

All things (all things), all things must come to an end

I should have known this would not last

So why is this reoccurring?

I can’t see clearly, my visions blurring

My hands are numb but I can feel them burning

I am alone (And I am hurting)

As far as I’m aware, you’re too far away to care

All good things they come to an end

As far as I have come, all things said and done

All good things they come to an end

Come to an end

Come to an end

Come to an end

Come to an end

So why is this reoccurring?

I can’t see clearly, my visions blurring

My hands are numb but I can feel them burning

I am alone