"What once was, was a broken heart left laying on the floor
And you left me screaming, and I convienced myself I was dreaming
That the pain inside was my own creation

And how was I to know?
How was I to see?
There was nothing in the words you wrote to me
And I was captivated
But you left me jaded
Jaded and used

What once was, was knife in hand that was so cold
And you left me bleeding, and I convienced myself I was sleeping
That the darkness slipping in was receeding

And how was I to know?
How was I to see?
There was nothing in the words you wrote to me
And I was captivated
But you left me jaded
Jaded and used

So now who's out of time?
Can you see the light?
Do you see now what you meant to me?

And how was I to know?
How was I to see?
There was nothing in the words you wrote to me
And I was captivated
But you left me jaded
Jaded and used"