Sometimes there is no next time, no time outs, no second chances. Tired of always being nice with you, you take advantage of it too often. Sometimes it's now or never but at this time you have to admit that it's over.
Step by step, we were going on our way. I never wanted something perfect, but I asked for something real. I thought it was what we had and what we were working on, and it’s probably needless to say but it seems like I was wrong.
I'm afraid of the way you make me feel because I don’t want to fucking feel anything. And I won't explain again. I regret giving you so many chances. All you did was waste my time. All you did was waste my fucking time. Isn't it scary that you never really know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you? Everything that they say could be one massive lie.
I cared once, fucked me up, for once I couldn't deny it, no.