This is a lesson in letting your guard down.
Sometimes open arms are an invitation for disaster.
So next time, I'll [bad word] my [bad word] instincts.
Next time [bad word] around,
All you will get are cold stares, cold shoulders.
I'll be crouching with my fists clenched in the corner.

I can only hang on tight for so long.
I'm letting you go.
I will be just fine on my own.
You [bad word] in.
I'm leaving you out in the cold,
Because there's no room,
Left in my heart for fakes like you.

I can only hang on tight for so long.
I'm letting you go.
I will be just fine on my own.
You [bad word] in.
I'm leaving you out in the cold,
Because there's no room,
Left in my heart for fakes like you.
For fakes like you.
For fakes like you.
For fakes like you.