But are you sure you want this?
But are you sure you want to go this way?
Your confession is confusion
At least to me
Or should I say it's me who goes away?
Oh, how jealous I would be
How happy it would make me
I miss your sharpened wit
I don't believe a word of it
If I found out that all of this was one big lie
And if I confessed I knew it all the time
And if I heard your silent admitting sigh
Come on, tell me, would you help me die?
You tore apart my heart
I'm not about to deny that
You tore apart my heart
And a broken thing is dead