(s. macdonald)
Why do I try — fighting against your indifference?
I always say it’s OK — I was only lying the last time
You seem to want — to hear a song written about you
Better write it yourself — or it’s not gonna be very flattering
It’s not how I need it
It’s not how I planned it
It’s not how I want it
But I got it
I admit that it’s lust — frees my mind from thinking
I’m not the last one — who’ll fall to that emotion
I am nothing — that’s what you would have me believing
Time to move on — to bigger and better disasters
It’s not how I saw it
It’s not how I need it
It’s not how I want it
But I got it
It’s all a game
My hearts a flame
No ground to gain
A speeding train
I always know when to quit — when I’ve overstayed my welcome
I’m not unbreakable — sorry if I gave that impression
I try to help you — but I’m left with a handful of rope burn
If I seem bitter — at least I’ve conveyed my emotion
It’s not how I need it
It’s not how I planned it
It’s not how I want it
But I got it
It’s all the same
I lose again
The cause to blame
A speeding train
A speeding train