These past 3 months have never been the same,
I'm falling back so much that I can't remember my name.



We both killed each other and we walked our separate ways,
At least this way we both win your game.
We both smile, we both see right through,
And I know this sounds cliche but I'm nothing like you.




I don't get it and I don't understand it,
But all I know is, I am done with you.
Who thought, who knew?
I'm done with you.
As if right on cue,
The new you fell through.