I might be addicted to you
To what your absence has put me through
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been a mess
That’s okay, ‘cause when I’m happy I’m useless
So whenever I get the chance
I’ll go back to where we first met
And I’m back at where I started
I’m nothing, if not brokenhearted
I’m digging myself a grave
Will anda push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought anda would leave me behind
So anda can save your breath
I’m already death
Do anda ever think about me
When anda reminisce about the times that have been
Do anda ever think anda could have a change of hearts
And go back to where it all fell apart
If anda had the opportunity
Would anda try to come back to me
Start again at square one
To repeat everything we did wrong
I’m digging myself a grave
Will anda push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought anda would leave me behind
So anda can save your breath
I’m already death
What does your reflection say
Can anda live with your mistakes
Are anda proud anda just walked away
Without putting up a fight
I’ll get through tomorrow
I’ll hide away my sorrows
There’s no need for anda to know
That I’m thinking about anda hari and night
I’m digging myself a grave
Will anda push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought anda would leave me behind
So anda can save your breath
I’m already death
I’m digging myself a grave
Will anda push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought anda would leave me behind
So anda can save your breath
I’m already death
To what your absence has put me through
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been a mess
That’s okay, ‘cause when I’m happy I’m useless
So whenever I get the chance
I’ll go back to where we first met
And I’m back at where I started
I’m nothing, if not brokenhearted
I’m digging myself a grave
Will anda push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought anda would leave me behind
So anda can save your breath
I’m already death
Do anda ever think about me
When anda reminisce about the times that have been
Do anda ever think anda could have a change of hearts
And go back to where it all fell apart
If anda had the opportunity
Would anda try to come back to me
Start again at square one
To repeat everything we did wrong
I’m digging myself a grave
Will anda push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought anda would leave me behind
So anda can save your breath
I’m already death
What does your reflection say
Can anda live with your mistakes
Are anda proud anda just walked away
Without putting up a fight
I’ll get through tomorrow
I’ll hide away my sorrows
There’s no need for anda to know
That I’m thinking about anda hari and night
I’m digging myself a grave
Will anda push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought anda would leave me behind
So anda can save your breath
I’m already death
I’m digging myself a grave
Will anda push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought anda would leave me behind
So anda can save your breath
I’m already death
“Bonnie?” Damon shouted. “Bonnie, where are you? Get back here!” But when nothing happened he understood he had to do this himself. He looked up at the chains and started pulling with all his strength. It hurt immensely, but he couldn’t stop. If this pain was necessary to be with Elena, he would go through it.
After a few minutes, that felt like hours, his right hand was liberated. Without hesitating he pulled his left arm and this time it took less time to free himself.
Then everything went black.
Damon opened his eyes and found himself outside on the spot where Bonnies house used to be. He looked at his arms. They had healed. He scribbled up and looked around. He felt different, like he’d been born again. Elena. He had to see Elena. And so he started walking in the direction of the Boarding House. He could sense she was there.
After a few minutes, that felt like hours, his right hand was liberated. Without hesitating he pulled his left arm and this time it took less time to free himself.
Then everything went black.
Damon opened his eyes and found himself outside on the spot where Bonnies house used to be. He looked at his arms. They had healed. He scribbled up and looked around. He felt different, like he’d been born again. Elena. He had to see Elena. And so he started walking in the direction of the Boarding House. He could sense she was there.