I've tried to loosen my hold on the things that comfort me most.
I'm like an addict without his fix, stuck here shaking in this room alone.
Maybe it's just cold outside, but you're already gone. You're already gone.
What do I do when I'm all alone,
what do I do with this faithless hope leading me every which way
to the point that I don't know which way is home.
You lied to tighten your grasp on the things we both knew wouldn't last.
You had me spinning around in circles figuring the best way to act.
Maybe all my trust is gone, but it's all for the best.
Of all the things I'd hate to need, worst of all is somebody else.