…
Don’t pretend that I’m the instigator
You were the one, but you were born to say goodbye
Kissed me half a decade later
That same perfume, those same sad eyes
Go ahead and break my heart again
Leave me wondering why the hell I ever let you in
Are you the definition of insanity?
Or am I?
Or am I?
It must be nice
To love someone who lets you break them twice