Was it something never said
Was it something I missed
Was it something I wanted

Was it something I did
Was it all for nothing
Was it just a mistake
Was it just a warning
That came a little too late

I'm still picking up the pieces
The pieces of us
I'm still nursing the bruises
Still tasting blood

Still holding onto anger
The anger inside
I'm still in that moment
Still asking why

Was it something never said
Was it something I missed
Was it something I wanted
Was it something I did
Was it all for nothing
Was it just a mistake
Was it just a warning
That came a little too late

I'm still swimming in sorrow
Sorrow's bliss
I'm still just an outline
A shell of emptiness

I'm still facing my fears
My fears and doubts
I'm still just surviving
Waiting to found

Was it something never said
Was it something I missed
Was it something I wanted
Was it something I did
Was it all for nothing
Was it just a mistake
Was it just a warning
That came a little too late

I feel nothing is going my way
I feel hollow, hollow and ashamed
I feel like nothing is going my way
I feel hollow, hollow and ashamed

I'm still picking up the pieces
The pieces of us
I'm still nursing the bruises
Still tasting blood

Was it something never said
Was it something I missed
Was it something I wanted
Was it something I did
Was it all for nothing
Was it just a mistake
Was it just a warning
That came a little too late
That came a little too late
That came a little too late