We've tried everything we could
But things have just gone wrong
I really wish we could
But this has gone on too long
I wish there was a way for you to live in my shoes
To see what I see, to feel what I feel
If you did, I swear it'd be killing you too
Don't try to manipulate me
Don't try to change my mind
You can no longer help me
It's really over this time
I'm so sick of being let down by you
How in the fuck can this be fun?
I'd rather kill myself than live with this pain
But you're the one holding the gun
You expect me to smile and say it will work out
When I've been saying that for six weeks straight?
Have you seen our progress? How can we proceed?
How do you expect me to? You're so vain
If it's not this time, it will be next time
If it's not next time, it will be the last time
It's always something
