likeness, being; change; changing Lyrics

oh, im standing on the pages edge
looking back on the faces i've read
but there's no one left
and its cold in this bed

its childish i know
but i cant seem to grow how i used to
and these places we can go
they wont make me feel the way
that i used to
so i had to lose you

oh, these trees
know me all too well
their branches hold the stories i tell
but you know i never tell
but you know i never tell
i never tell
i never tell


its childish i know
but i cant seem to grow
how i used to
and these places we can go
they wont make me feel the way that they used to
so i had to lose you

your apathy was cripling me x4

its childish
i know
but i cant seem to grow
how i used to
not at all
and these places we can go
they wont make me feel the way that they used to
so i had to lose you

you dont know me anymore
not at all

you dont know me anymore
not at all