Beware the fortunes of talking of love today.
If you hand me a heart I'll kindly push it away.
Break the way I see your face,
I hate the way you jump in place
to the rhythm of that phony shit you are.
Seen it through my eyes before I got up,
that I would have to see you once again
and you would fake to the crowd
since you only know how to pretend,
I can't win.
In again,you see I can't forget you now,
and the face you'll make when you're caught in cover up. You say the wrong things.
I can't stand the way you talk when I'm near.
This is the right way to tell you
that I want to see you running through a door
again, and again, and again.
When it comes to you I won't regret the things I said a
nd the chance to forget you
again, and again, and again.