AND SO IT GOES ON.

And the stakes have been set

As usual at high

So what do we get

In the midst of the lie.

I don’t wanna love you anymore

I don’t wanna play the game we’ve played before

I don’t wanna love you anymore…

And so it goes on.

The stereotype

I just don’t fit it

The dust needs a wipe

How can I fit in?

My coffin is nailed

My coffee is tea

My train is derailed

And what about me?