Book Of Stories

Your perfect photographs on the wall
And if I know you, you're okay
I don't want to dance anymore
I don't want to sing anymore
I don't want to dance anymore
We used to sing

I thought I'd be okay till I hit that floor
I thought I'd be fine till I needed more
I thought I'd be okay till I hit that floor
Oh, I need more
I need more
I need more
I need more

I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting harder
Instead it's getting harder
I thought my life would get easier
Instead it's getting darker
Instead it's getting colder
Without you

My life's a book of short stories
And we wrote a new one everyday
I don't understand anymore
You don't love me anymore
I don't understand anymore
and I can't think

Why can't I let you go
Hate you, I wanted to hate you