Have we gone through this before? Have we not made you feel accepted?
Don't they dare to stop repeating you make them proud!
And in this time, like other times, those tears will dry, won't hit the ground.

I'm not coming back for more, heaven knows I've really tried to forget it. When you're done just let me know, I don't think its up to us to repair it.

You are wounded and you swear you're the victim, anyone could tell.
But don't you think it could be your fault that the world's against your will?
Or can this song be wrong and all along it is my duty to furfill?

I'm not coming back for more, heaven knows I've really tried to forget it. When you're done just let me know, I don't think its up to us to repair it