Looking back, I have to wonder if I was ever even in the game Guess it doesn’t fuckin’ matter ’Cause the outcome was always meant to be the same Sharp, jagged pieces all over the floor That’s all that was left when she walked out the door Camera in her hands All I wanted was to see the world through her lens Would it be beautiful, magical, or would it all be a blur? Would I ever know what she’s thinking? Or would I always wonder why I was never enough for her? Sharp, jagged pieces all over the floor That’s all that was left when she walked out the door
