I like to say that you ruined my life,
but it's different when you can't hear your own voice.
Going off the rails, losing tracks,
Running out of tofu and breadcrumbs.
You don't care, you never did,
With me it was fun or pretend.
Playing house, acting out,
Getting mad, scream and doubt,
Isn't that what life's about?
I don't care for second chances
Minds made up I'm wasting time
Older and I guess I'm wiser
Streets are empty, going back
All of it means nothing but it wasn't my fault,
Even if you think it has to be now.
Where are you to say I'm sorry,
To make me feel a certain way?
The beat reminds me what I'm doing.
Making rhymes and making sense.
I can't believe that it's all over,
That what we had is old and spent,
Looking back in circumspect.
