A MEANS TO AN END.

How could this happen I don`t understand

We had a life we had it all planned

Now we`re back at the start

Both of us with a broken heart.

It`s a means to an end

It`s all still a game

But attack and defend

Both dishing out pain...

Ain`t us going nowhere.

Turning from true love is fashion I guess

Everyone`s doing it, well...more or less

How can we make a new start

Both of us with a broken heart.

It`s a means to an end

It`s all still a game

But we both still pretend

Both dishing out pain...

Ain`t us going nowhere.

How could this happen we let it all go

Letting it happen is all I know

Now we`re back at the start

Both of us with a broken heart.