Here we go again, down the same road again, and it feels like
everything’s changing
You can blame me for the way things used to be; I know all the games that you’re playing

I’m tired of your second chances and dealing with your selfish ways
And I’m [bad word] making up with you; I don’t care what you have to say

I’m on my own, I hope you know, that I’m better off here without you

No need to admit, just as soon as I was whipped, you started taking full advantage
Happened to my friend, said she’d be there ‘till the end; I guess things are worth fighting for

Lyrics by Brian Bortoli
©Better Luck Next Time