I hear my friends say "Thought you were done with him?" Oh here comes the cliche "Thought you were never gonna see him again?" I remember what I said Oh yes, I remember what I said I hear my friends go "When are you gonna start loving someone?" Oh now I just don't know I don't know how to control my feelings I'm done All I know is that I'm not ready for it Not ready for it It's ironic I'm dumb enough to keep hanging onto something I know won't come back It's ironic I'm numb enough to keep holding on to this warmth you once gave me now cold and black I hear myself go "Will I ever see things the same way?" I, I just don't know I don't know how to cover up these feelings I'm done All I know is that I'm not ready for it I'm done All I know is that I'm not ready for it Not ready for it It's ironic I'm dumb enough to keep hanging onto something I know won't come back It's ironic I'm numb enough to keep holding on to this warmth you once gave me now cold and black It's ironic It's ironic I'm dumb enough to keep hanging onto something I know won't come back It's ironic I'm numb enough to keep holding on to this warmth you once gave me now cold and black