It feels so cold out here, then I remember why

somebody made a comment and it took me by surprise

I feel so small and insecure

my body has gone back in time to when you dropped the ball

and who are you to have such a hold?

I've tried so hard but what's the point if nothing's ever good enough

I used to dream about you calling me to say you were wrong

and tell me that you're sorry about the things that went down

I could stick the knife in just to feel like I won

but no one is a winner till I say that it's done:

It's done

I go past your house sometimes when I'm in town

I remember standing in the doorway, asking for a sign

its all my fault, the bar has hit the floor

it's easy to forget someone you didn't want to know

and I'll forgive but not forget how much it takes

to not regret nothing ever being good enough

I used to dream about you calling me to say you were wrong

and tell me that you're sorry about the things that went down

I could stick the knife in just to feel like I won

but no one is a winner till I say that it's done:

It's done

still see you standing there with my future in your hands

you start tearing at the edge till theres nothing of me left

in a second its all gone - you pulled the trigger on my love

I see a body on the floor but it's just me

I used to dream about you calling me to say you were wrong (say you were wrong) and tell me that you're sorry about the things that went down

I could stick the knife in just to feel like I won

but no one is a winner till I say that it's done:

It's done

No one is a winner, no one is a winner, no one is a winner"