Torn to Pieces

(Oh, Whoa o' oh) In the depths where memories dwell, we bury our past to conceal all the hurt, Places where shadows reign, where only whispers reveal

You were a shade of the past, a version untold They never guide you through the void when all you see unfolds What's the worth in truth, when my world is collapsing? (where do I belong?)

What do you want to hear? Do you wanna know How many times I've torn myself apart 'Cause you're not here? With you absent, I'm left to roam Why do you need to know? Does it feed your craving to see me low? I feel like I need to perish to finally let you go, (Whoa o' oh, no, no, no)

The narrative reshapes, rewriting our tale Permitting blasphemies, where once truth did prevail You, in all your flawed perfection, haunt the hollow space No guidance for the lost, just one more embrace, where do I belong?

What do you want to hear? Do you wanna know How many times I've torn myself apart 'Cause you're not here? With your absent, I'm left to roam, Why do you need to know? Does it feed your craving to see me low? I feel like I need to perish to finally let you go, (STOP ME) (Whoa o' oh, no, no, no)

(Stop me), as I walk this path of self-destruction, I look back of what we used to be, a bitter, sweet defeat