Anymore.

Saw you speaking,

Out from behind.

A better way to confess,

As I hit rewind.

I look into the ashes,

We left behind.

And Im holding to the memory,

Before I go blind.

And its good,

Im not.

In love.

With you.

And its good.

That Im not.

Insane.

Anymore.

Now Im searching for the answer,

In the lost time.

As Im keeping down the questions,

Fearing whats inside.

I keep hoping that it just gets better,

And I see its getting worse.

I keep holding, longer and stronger,

As Im losing my mind.

And its good,

Im not.

In love.

With you.

And its good.

That Im not.

Insane.

Anymore.