same ol' stories, nothing's changed
you were the last one i wanted to hear it from
i thought this wouldn't turn into rage
but we engaged - may i ask what for?
you wonder when the credits of this movie will beging to roll..
how many times do i have to say?
how many times you have died?
how long did all of this pay?
how long we survived non-fried?
there's nothing new to tell
there's you and i - both unwell
we're too old to be kids in love
fear not, though there's no almighty above
was it few years back in time
when i wanted to make the lines straight
no dots allowed, neither shine
i won't walk on a made road - my own delight
the fingers i won't ever recognize..
this is the first time i've ever told the truth
my eyes were wide open 'till now
that's too thick - even from you
i won't listen to this any longer