everything has got a sense of permanence attached to it
sucks you in and feeds you until finally you're used to it
and now you're so dependant
now you're so defensive
now you're finding reasons why their all wrong
so in love with all your vices
you can't change or move on
and it comes to this
such tragic endings
you shake your fist
just stop pretending
it comes to this
such tragic endings
it's hit or miss
just stop pretending now
everyone keeps asking you "what exactly happened?"
you've got all these excuses but
you don't have an answer
because you don't know your self
you don't know your own weaknesses
you're always innocent
because you're never honest
so wrapped up in your perspective
morality has become an opinion
it comes to this
such tragic endings
you shake your fist
just stop pretending
it comes to this
such tragic endings
it's hit or miss
just stop pretending now
you wanted to be left alone
but you wanted someone to say
"boy i'm always here for you"
but you can't have it both ways
now no one knows what youve done
no one knows what youve done
no one knows what youve done
and it's just as well
the only thing that comforts me is
knowing that you'll never be happy