Across Five Aprils. Around The World In A Radio Flyer. Zeneszám

When you said goodnight, didn't you mean goodbye.
It's not the way you loved me, but definitely how you hurt me.
Your lies like a dagger through my heart.
Pierced me where it hurts the most.
If you were gone, would I miss you, or would I be greatful.
All I ever wanted was your love.