You're hers now.
I don't know who she is; neither do I know how she looks like.
I'm not even sure if she's real. But for one, I know that between me and you,
there's no atom of a chance for us to collide once more. You've broken me so hard, I bounced back harder. I know how you felt before now. When Jack had me and you didn't, when my love notes weren't for you. And all you could do is just painfully watch. Sometimes, I didn't even think that you cared. After all, you let me go without a no. I wanted to go, I wanted it all to end. It did.
It led to sleepless night after night, and from there it was chaos. My heart had its knots, my brain had its crumbles. I wanted to end it. Somehow you were more angry than disappointed.
I was just yours you see, you didn't take me more than a girl in name.
Sometimes I draw a box with my finger.
Double lines.
Sometimes triple.
I outline them with a marker.
Darker.
Pitch darkness.
I draw myself in.
There shall be no door.
No windows.
Will someone wait outside the lines.
"Greyson Chance - Waiting Outside The Lines."