This isn't make-believe
You're not coming back to me
A perfect fantasy
Look at what you do to me
You're not coming back
You're not coming back, oh, oh
A perfect fantasy
Look at what you do to me
This isn't make-believe
You're not coming back to me
You're not coming back
You're not coming back, oh, oh
Losing my color
Trapped in the clutter
Breaking the mirror, yeah
Scratching the door
Crying no more
Dead on the floor, yeah
If it's reality
Then I don't want to believe
But if it's fantasy
That's the only thing that I'd receive
You're not coming back
You're not coming back, oh, oh
If it's reality
That's the only thing that I'd receive
But if it's fantasy
Then I don't want to believe
You're not coming back
You're not coming back, oh
Losing my color
Trapped in the clutter
Breaking the mirror, yeah
Scratching the door
Crying no more
Dead on the floor, yeah
Losing my color
The color that made you and me meant to be
Destiny, guess got disagree
From the look on your face
To the tears in my eyes
From my bullet wounds
I took the blood from the floor
And I painted my name in the sky
Run away, run away, run away
But not with me
It's just not to be your destiny
Not to be your destiny
Losing my color (The color that made you and me meant to be)
Trapped in the clutter (Destiny, guess got disagree from the look on your face)
Breaking the mirror, yeah
(To the tears in my eyes from my bullet wounds I took the blood from the floor
And I painted my name in the sky)
Scratching the door (Run away, run away, run away but not with me)
Crying no more (It's just not to be your destiny)
Dead on the floor, yeah (Not to be your destiny)