Show me, where we are going.
Only, this time I expect the [bad word] be told.
Slowly, I see it showing.
This kind is a predictive state I know.

(After all the pain, will you get up and try again?)
Even though I can't explain,
I still let you go and play your games with
My love, with my blood.
(Don't you understand, now that you recognize a trend?)
And I know it's all pretend,
But I still second guess myself because it's mine.

It's so boring,
And calmly I'll let it all unfold.
Coldly, rabid and phony,
But wholly, we're pathetically alone.

(After all the pain, will you get up and try again?)
Even though I can't explain,
I still let you go and play your games with
My love, with my blood.
(Don't you understand, now that you recognize a trend?)
And I know it's all pretend,
But I still second guess myself because it's mine.