Done Done

Tell me are you better?

Now you put your life on hold

I can't make it better

'Cause this story's getting old

And you took the only part of me

Made it into a misery

Now I'm left in the cold

While this story's getting old

Though I'm done

Can you bring the words I've sought

You're always laying low

How could I let you go?

And did you get a new me

Or something not quite the same

I know that it's been months

But I hope that this wasn't in vain

And a million times I'm told

That my story's getting old

Tell me are you better?

Now your new life starts to unfold

Though I'm done

Can you bring the words I've sought

You're always laying low

How could I let you go?

I know I thought I've pushed you away

But even if I hadn't have done

I doubt you would have stayed

You think you sing these words

In a match sweet away

But if he won't make it better on

Any note he plays

Though I'm done

Can you bring the words I've sought

You're always laying low

How could I let you go?

Though I'm done

Can you bring the words I've sought

You're always laying low

How could I let you go?