Everything has got a sense of permanence attached to it,
sucks you in and feeds you until finally youre used to it.
And now youre so dependent.
Now youre so defensive.
Now youre finding reasons why theyre all wrong.
So in love with all your vices.
You cant change or move on.
And it comes to this,
such tragic endings.
You shake your fist,
just stop pretending.
It comes to this,
such tragic endings.
Its hit or miss,
just stop pretending now.
Everyone keeps asking you "what exactly happened?"
Youve got all these excuses but
you dont have an answer
because you dont know yourself,
you dont know your own weaknesses.
Youre always innocent
because youre never honest.
So wrapped up in your perspective.
Morality has become an opinion.
It comes to this,
such tragic endings.
You shake your fist,
just stop pretending.
It comes to this,
such tragic endings.
Its hit or miss,
just stop pretending now.
You wanted to be left alone
but you wanted someone to say
"boy, Im always here for you"
but you cant have it both ways.
Now no one knows what youve done.
No one knows what youve done.
No one knows what youve done
and its just as well.
The only thing that comforts me is
knowing that youll never be happy.
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