Would you call me cynical,when I question everything, Would you give me reason to,would you return the ring, Would you give me cause,to change the way I feel, Would I give you time,because I know it just won't heal.
Maybe its time to walk away, Maybe its time to call it a day, Maybe its time to let it all go, Maybe its time to not act so slow, Maybe its time for the head to rule the heart, Maybe its time to make a brand new start.
Self assured,a thinker,by no means easily lead, All these little platitudes,get deep inside your head, Now it seems to be,not knowing how to win, How did I let you get so under my skin?