Prison of Our Own Design

... [Verse] When you look at me, do you see my scars? The nights we danced under fading stars, The way your laughter lit up the dark, Now silence echoes, you’ve left a mark. [Pre Chorus] I remember summer nights, that sweet perfume, But now it’s just the smell of smoke in this room. (Chorus) Do you see me? Do you feel the ache? Every glance you give, it’s like I’m wide awake. I took TNT, blew our love apart, Now I’m just dust, lost without a heart. This isn’t a love story, it’s a prison we built, A fortress of regrets, Don't you see? We're just a shadow of what we used to be... Trapped in a prison of our own design .... [Verse] Like ashes in the wind, I've drifted away, Wishing for moments we let slip away. Do you see how it kills me, this vacant embrace? I walk through the memories but can’t find your face. [Pre Chorus] You used to be my everything, now you’re just a ghost, In this prison we built, it’s your love I miss the most. (Chorus) Do you see me? Do you feel the ache? Every glance you give, it’s like I’m wide awake. I took TNT, blew our love apart, Now I’m just dust, lost without a heart. This isn’t a love story, it’s a prison we built, A fortress of regrets, Don't you see? We're just a shadow of what we used to be... Trapped in a prison of our own design [Guitar SOLO] [Bridge] I wish I could turn back, rewrite our song, But every note I play just feels so wrong. Your voice still lingers in the breeze at night, But all I have left is this fading light. I swallowed the fire, thought I could fly, But I crashed and burned, now I barely survive. The ashes of love drift through the air, Can’t you see me standing here, stripped and bare? (Chorus) Do you see me? Do you feel the ache? Every glance you give, it’s like I’m wide awake. I took TNT, blew our love apart, Now I’m just dust, lost without a heart. This isn’t a love story, it’s a prison we built, A fortress of regrets, Don't you see? We're just a shadow of what we used to be... Trapped in a prison of our own design Trapped in a prison of our own design Trapped in a prison of our own design