Unprepared
I could never see it coming
Have I really changed that much?
Two eyes that stare at nothing
Broken glass carpets the floor
The walls reduced to a mess
I guess I was unprepared
I guess I was unprepared
I can feel my chest tighten
I stare down at the floor
Good God, what have you done this for?
All the drugs in the world
Couldn't change how I'm feeling
But you, you were always my home
But you, you were always my home
No more fucking around
No more fucking with you
Our time has come to an end
Our time has come to an end
Have I really changed that much?
Two eyes that stare at nothing
Broken glass carpets the floor
The walls reduced to a mess
I guess I was unprepared
I guess I was unprepared
I can feel my chest tighten
I stare down at the floor
Good God, what have you done this for?
All the drugs in the world
Couldn't change how I'm feeling
But you, you were always my home
But you, you were always my home
No more fucking around
No more fucking with you
Our time has come to an end
Our time has come to an end
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Writer(s): Matthew Dunn
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