I'm beginning to despise the words
I'm sorry
They hold no meaning
once you've said them more than twenty times an hour

The tears are getting old
as they salt your shining face
Glistening like pearls
Falling in perfect balance
It couldn't have been more rehearsed

Your words would mean more to me
if they hadn't changed so much
Which story will you tell me now?
The one where you are to blame
or is it her today?

Come on, tell me the truth
For a few moments there you forgot
Forgot about the promises we made
Forgot the love you claim is mine alone
Forgot that we had made a life together
For just a second, a heartbeat, a lifetime
you forgot about *me