Left on an east-bound train. Gone first thing this morning. Why is what's best for you. Always the worst thing for me. . When am I gonna learn. Why, 'cause I'm tired of hating.
And you see much better than I see. And you know all that I'm thinking. To define or redefine too slow. And it seems all that I'm sinking. Running through the deep.
I asked you to stay. But you said there's no way. I begged -- you call. And you leave me after all. I know I'm not to blame. I know you don't feel the same.
You say you don't want it. Just watch and you'll flaunt it. You stare at the ceiling. And ignore what I'm feeling. . Well that's fine' hey I don't mind.