كلمات Done Done

Tell me are you better? Now you put your life on hold I can't make it better 'Cause this story's getting old And you took the only part of me Made it into a misery Now I'm left in the cold While this story's getting old Though I'm done Can you bring the words I've sought You're always laying low How could I let you go? And did you get a new me Or something not quite the same I know that it's been months But I hope that this wasn't in vain And a million times I'm told That my story's getting old Tell me are you better? Now your new life starts to unfold Though I'm done Can you bring the words I've sought You're always laying low How could I let you go? I know I thought I've pushed you away But even if I hadn't have done I doubt you would have stayed You think you sing these words In a match sweet away But if he won't make it better on Any note he plays Though I'm done Can you bring the words I've sought You're always laying low How could I let you go? Though I'm done Can you bring the words I've sought You're always laying low How could I let you go?