Tekstovi: Yellowcard. Something Of Value.

All that I needed to hear from you
something of value but something untrue
All that I wished that I'd find within you...

See how what she wanted and she needed
Tore it all down in the end
Somehow like a sickness she infects me
She's simple but deadly my friend

All that I needed to hear from you
Something of value but something untrue
All that I wished that I'd find within you
Stings when I see all the ways that you...

Took me for granted and told me it's through
Picked from my pockets and smiled
Empty is nothing and nothing is you
I think I'll just sit for a while

See how what I wanted and I needed
It wasn't enough in the end
somehow with a quickness I forgot her
I realized she wasn't my friend

(Thanks to Zuzana for correcting these lyrics)