Now look at you you're like a train-wrack
That is in slow-motion
If I were you I'd trade away
That every guilty motion
If this is true
Would you lie? would you keep?
Would you try to remind me?
A something really new
Still a diving, grasping any motion

Is it love for?
I've never faced the truth
I'm lost in out of you

I should have known
You're so cold
How could I've been so clueless
A touching ground
But only? sick and still mess
I buck away but the? is high
And I guess I menage
I've done? or two
And if you lay down will I still feel sadness

Is it love for?
I've never faced the truth
I'm lost in out of you

I can't escape you
Wish I can break this chain
I can't relate to
These little fucking games

Fucking games
This little fucking games

Is it love for?
I've never faced the truth
I'm lost in out of you
Out of you
Out of you

I can't escape you
Wish I can break this chain
I can't relate to
These little fucking games