cut the the engine when i'm all revved up

pullthe rug beneath my feet

pull the the trigger when i'm wound uo

then you turn your back on me

then you say that i'm talking too much

but i'm just talking to myself

and whether you like it or not

you'll never ask for help



breathing for you

can't be all in my head

changing scares you

this all in your head

beware

i swear i will be waiting there



draw the battlelines

and back me down

to the corner with such ease

turn the knife til i'm so worked up

all i do is aim to please

the power balance is now upside down

with a sudden change of gears

every single word is now washed up

by your crocodile tears



breathing for you

can't be all in my head

changing scares you

this all in your head

beware

i swear i will be waiting there



the setting sun crumbles in the distance

feeble words meeting new resistance

tired games, do they make a difference

tired games, tired games




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