Nonpoint

I dont know how to say to make you understand that
when i turn my head to look I wanna see your hands.
You used to care.
In the beginning, it felt like you'd always be there.
Now i see that winning's not easy.
It's something that needs to be held the right way.
In the beginning, feels like we're going to win.
But somewhere you caused this to end.
I dont know how to say to make you understand that
when i turn my head to look I wanna see your hands.
I need space too.
Would of wanted it with you.