i know you’re still playing
the same old game,
one more lie on the mountain
of lies you’ve told,
always something
or someone else to blame,
the truth isn’t comforting
when the nights get cold.
why do you always
have to think you’re right?
can’t you admit, once,
you could be wrong?
things are almost never
simply black or white,
and the greys pour down
like rain in this song.
sometimes i think about
the damage you left behind,
how many hearts out there
will never mend?
i was a believer once,
but you’ve changed my mind,
and i’m sure everything
will haunt you in the end.
life goes on.
