I'm not heartless, I'm just using my heart less.
On your own, it all goes cold and hope will turn to stone.
On your own.
I need a muse. Someone to sing me the blues.
I've passed the point of no return. I'm a fool, you'd think I'd learn.
I want to run down the street that i grew up on.
I want to lay in the grass behind my old house.
I'm not heartless, I'm just using my heart less.
On your own, it all goes cold and hope will turn to stone.
On your own.
I'm not heartless, I'm just using my heart less.
On your own, it all goes cold and hope will turn to stone.
On your own. Turn to stone. On your own. Turn to stone.