This conversation makes me weak
Does my weakness make you strong?
This absolution I now seek
Prompts me to call this new song "Renae"

The restitution makes me tired
Most of the time I don't know why
Looking at what I have left
Recalling the waste and time we spent

Your illusion drains me
The consequences bring me down
You come along and steal my heart
Your illusion drains me
The consequences bring me down
You come along and steal my heart

All these decisions to decide
Haven't seen sun for a while
Pressure builds inside my head
From all the dumb-ass things I have said

Your illusion drains me
The consequences bring me down
You come along and steal my heart
Your illusion drains me
The consequences bring me down
You come along and steal my heart

I won't be seeing you forever
I am not a boy I have a plan which will not be taken away

I won't be seeing you forever
I am not a boy I have a plan which will not be taken away