I think when it's all over

It comes back in flashes, you know? 

It's like a kaleidoscope of memories

It just all comes back...but he never does.

I think part of me knew the second I saw him this would happen

It's not really anything he said or anything he did

It was the feeling that came along with it

And the crazy thing is I don't know if I'm ever gonna feel that way again...

but I don't know if I should.

I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright.

But I just thought "how can the devil be pulling toward someone

who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you?"

Maybe he knew that when he saw me 

I guess I just lost my balance

I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him...

It was losing me. 

I don't know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.