Wasted — текст песни (Letters To Cleo)

The saddest sound I`ve ever heard; the saddest sound I`ve ever heard. The quiet
that takes the place of silence that takes the place of your voice. You`re right
reasons are dumb and I`m just talking too much. And I want to be alone with what I
am - wasted. The cruelest voice comes back to me. The cruelest thing, you think you
didn`t know me. It`s alright, I am on the outside now - smiling, but eyes don`t lie. You`re
right, reasons are dumb and I`m just talking too much. And I want to be alone with
what I am - wasted. I`ll just come apart or something. No one could be more empty
than I am and I would take it all back if I could, but I can`t.