I've been feeling lost, since you last talked to m

I've been feeling lost, since you last talked to me The writings on the wall, I'm not who you wanna see You're walking down the hall, and he's holding your hand And if I had the choice, I'd make you understand That I don't ever wanna see you talk to him again And if I ever catch you there'll be blood on my hands I'm slowly inching closer to the point of no return I'll find a way to make you mine I don't care if you hurt And I don't ever wanna see you talk to him again And if I ever catch you there'll be blood on my hands I'm slowly inching closer to the point of no return I'll find a way to make you mine I don't care if you hurt