I keep trying to find
the right words to say;
but my throat has gone dry
my voice has gone weak
*and you never loved me anyway

Why do people lead us on
Why do we think they care
One thing you learn
Is that no one ever cares
Even the person you love the most
Is the one that's the first to leave
You could give them your heart
Even wear it on your sleeve
they'll still take advantage and leave
Since when is it fun to be alone
Never!
But its the safest for our well being
So why do people lead us on
Why do we think they care
Because they played us
And its just not fair...

If I'm the pen, you're my paper.
I'll push my lips against your skin,
Spill my guts against you
Write every word of love and passion.
But you won't be able to read it.
So, you'll never see what I mean.