How sweet of you to care so much tonight
you want me to tell you a story?

Sure I am willing to help you

(he fell for it...)

Still helping and comforting

(ok...heard enough...now I'm a goner)

Sweetheart, are you there?
hello...hello...

(huh?)

Perhaps you should go to sleep?

(The silence kills me my dear,
you just do not get it
I do what you want
and in the end I pay for it)

I take me leave
seconds later you are back
trying to tell me how bad of a person I am
and going back on every compliment you ever gave me

As I try to end it
you want to continue it
something inside me says keep on going
when it is obvious I should

(you're immature...)

Insult as you wish
your maturity went down the drain
when you told me how much you care
yet show how much you do not

You lied
you decieved
and in the very end tell me you love again
when you are clearly guiding me in the wrong direction

Never able to fit things into perspective with you
your way is the only thing you ever want to do

Sleep pleasantly the whole day like you always do
I once again will get no sleep cause of you
because I care about us
always caring about an impossibility
as I am clearly guided in the wrong direction

I will not complain to my friends
I will not call you names
I will keep it to myself
and make myself to blame
after all, it would be what you want
you said yourself you wanted nothing to do with me

(Not again...)

I cannot even continue this
it hurts so bad...
the tears that never come out
back yet again
I can feel it
but I withhold it
even if I do not
noone will know
I should not be ashamed to cry
because I am guided in the wrong direction

(you do not even care, you have given up and gone to sleep already)

I have given in again
why do I fall prey to such deception
I really wish your words could kill my dear
do the rightful damage to me
and as I lay dying before you
instead of crying or losing sleep like I would
you can solemly say, you had it your way

Out of whatever respect you have for me
which seems to be none at all
regardless, make sure it's on my tombstone...

(Noone really knew what did it to him, he just suddenly collapsed...
seemed to be simply guided in the wrong direction...)

A departure I make
just remember...

You had it your way before I left

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