I don't get it,
I don't get you,
No matter what I say,
You deem it untrue.
I could choke on the words,
But you'll never save my life,
Because you let the past,
'Cause you strife.
So do me a favour,
And cut the loose strings,
Or tie them up,
Because I'm tired of this scene.
I'd of never done those things,
If I never thought of every scene,
With you and me,
In them.
So do me a favour,
And cut the loose strings,
Or tie them up,
Because I'm tired of this scene.