Enough of your games, you always win.
Enough of your pain, derived from sin.
Inside you are already dead to me.
Good thing I haven't started acting out.
Did I break the structure of what I said?
You ruined the foundation that holds up my head.
So I won't give you an ounce of remorse.
Instead you're just a marker along my course.
You wanted it all, I gave all I could.
You wanted my love, I said that I would.
But now you've tarnished all that I had.
So don't play dumb at the fact that I'm mad.
I'm starting over now, so I need to move on.
By this time tomorrow, you know I'll be gone.
On to the next one, who will say more the same.
Because everyone knows that love's just a game.