Torn Apart - Bastille, GRADES

I could only be myself with you around

Oh, with you around

But now there’s nothing left for me to think about

Oh, to think about

And it hurts like hell to be torn apart

And it hurts like hell to be thrown around

We were born to be together

Torn apart, torn apart

We were born to be together

Torn apart, torn apart

You stamped with a heavy tread and left your mark

Oh, your mark on me

The space you used to fill is now this great black hole

Oh, you’re out of sight but not out of mind

And it hurts like hell to be torn apart

And it hurts like hell to be thrown around