I’m leaving you to go to hell the way you want
Nothing ever pleases you well maybe this will be a start
It’s growing late and way past time for goodbyes
No use talking now, I never liked to see you cry
Deceptions, confessions, exceptions
So who is it now I’m talking to?
I guess we’ll never know which one is really you
This game was always old, even when we were young
I guess it doesn’t matter much as long as you’re still having fun