I'm about to explode Slowly drifting, another distance My hands are tied this time I could never, try to tell her I don't love her Once we started off, I couldn't let you get away Through my walls We could have been something Now i guess it's way too late And I'm about to explode Once we started off, I couldn't let you get away Through my walls We could have been something Now i guess it's way too late And I'm about to Take my eyes and Your better off dead Cut my hands off Your better off dead Maybe I am Your better off dead Better off dead Your better off dead Old friends, under a tree Talking, of what couldn't be Old friend, staring at me Do you love her? I think i don't Old friends, under a tree Talking, of what couldn't be Old friend, staring at me Do you love her? I really wish I did Once we started off, I couldn't let you get away Through my walls We could have been something Now i guess it's way too late